Lyrics Amoral - Helping Hands

This, all this used to rhyme
Had its place and time
One perfect line

You, you were my guide
The voice inside
The one to lie

My body aches from all the aid
Near-fatal blows from helping hands
The fastest way to a heart is through the chest with a knife
It’ll take my death for you to come alive

I, I was led astray
Lost along the way
Lost among the prey

Now all there’s left to do
To make sure that you
won't follow suit

My body aches from all the aid
Near-fatal blows from helping hands
The fastest way to a heart is through the chest with a knife
It’ll take my death for you to come alive