The Helping Hand
I’ve Pulled A Few Strings
To Get These Wings
But I’m Still Grounded
Struck Down
And Bounded
To A Lost Faith
I Can’t Find My Place
On Earth Or In Heaven
And The Deadly Sins Of Seven
Are Plucking These Feathers
And Whether
I’m Blind Or Can See
The Man Above Has Lost All Hope In Me
I’m At The Cross-Roads
Head Hung So Low
Easy To Persuade
Blue Skies
Seem To Fade
To A Dark Grey
Is This What It Takes?
What It Feels Like To Lose?
When All The Backs Have Turned On You
And The Devil Himself
Of Evil Wealth
Lends The Helping Hand
And From The Start Had This All Sweetly Planned
Is It Worth My Soul
Yes Just To Know
If Life Without Pain
No Hurt
Has Any Gain
In The Dull End
From Above They Send
A Messenger Of News
“And If The Right Thing I Shall Do
Forever In Peace I’ll Be
Just Wait And See”
But For Desperate Times
They Shall Convert And Lend Their Practised Lines
To The Skies I Look
A Glance I Took
Veins Of No Remorse
Takes The
Hand Of Course
Of Red With Deeds
On A Path He Leads
So Broken And Barren
A Mocked Smile Is All He’s Wearing
Should I Feel Some Regret?
Meaningless Fret?
I Feel So Alive
Torturing The Dead With My Warm Black Eyes
To Get These Wings
But I’m Still Grounded
Struck Down
And Bounded
To A Lost Faith
I Can’t Find My Place
On Earth Or In Heaven
And The Deadly Sins Of Seven
Are Plucking These Feathers
And Whether
I’m Blind Or Can See
The Man Above Has Lost All Hope In Me
I’m At The Cross-Roads
Head Hung So Low
Easy To Persuade
Blue Skies
Seem To Fade
To A Dark Grey
Is This What It Takes?
What It Feels Like To Lose?
When All The Backs Have Turned On You
And The Devil Himself
Of Evil Wealth
Lends The Helping Hand
And From The Start Had This All Sweetly Planned
Is It Worth My Soul
Yes Just To Know
If Life Without Pain
No Hurt
Has Any Gain
In The Dull End
From Above They Send
A Messenger Of News
“And If The Right Thing I Shall Do
Forever In Peace I’ll Be
Just Wait And See”
But For Desperate Times
They Shall Convert And Lend Their Practised Lines
To The Skies I Look
A Glance I Took
Veins Of No Remorse
Takes The
Hand Of Course
Of Red With Deeds
On A Path He Leads
So Broken And Barren
A Mocked Smile Is All He’s Wearing
Should I Feel Some Regret?
Meaningless Fret?
I Feel So Alive
Torturing The Dead With My Warm Black Eyes