512 - Lamb of God

Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time
One careless word, you lose your life
A grave new world awaits inside

Lycanthropic survival instincts
Embrace the beast and shun the weak
Awake the primal one that sleeps inside
Or feel the shiver running through your spine

The time is slipping by, no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself
I've become someone else
My hands are painted red, my hands are painted red

Schizophrenic amnesia
Bid goodbye to all you knew and loved
Forget the only life that you knew outside
They bought the ticket, now you take the ride
The time is slipping by, no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself
I've become someone else
My hands are painted red, my hands are painted red

Another number quickly learns the rules
A hidden burner waits to point at you
A subtle gesture and you're ventilated
Talk isn't cheap here, bleed out in payment

Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself
I've become someone else
My hands are painted red, my hands are painted red, red, red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself
I've become someone else
My hands are painted red, my hands are painted red