Outlaw - God Hand Lyrics

And I still hear everything
These voices only speak of me

Corresponding tormented lecture
This mourning came and all were lowered
Fixated on each empty vessel
I calmly sound out every verse
I alone am honed in on each breaking gap, the way each plea just falls onto the floor

Organs spill into the mouth of god
He never says a f*cking word
Lowered

The constant spasm finds its pace
Covered in the stench of harboring decay

And no one hears a f*cking thing
And no one cares enough to see
My sins sprawling out in front of me
My sins sprawling out in front of me

But they were always mine to keep
I can feel the maggot feed

I can feel your every move
The way your voice still fills the room
Talking in tongues
A language I can't define
All of your anguish is mine

Talking in tongues
A language I can't define
All of your anguish is mine

I feel your every move
All of your anguish is mine
The voices fill the room

Let all your anguish be mine