Lyrics Keith Caputo

Keith Caputo

Lamb To The Slaughter

they turn their backs on you

you know its gonna get harder

you hide your head all alone

keep looking over your shoulder

as if im just being used

you just keep on pretending

it seems no one has a friend

you know its gonna get harder

my hearts in your hand

your nearly a laugh

your heads in the sand

my hearts in your hand

my tongue is tied..

they turn their knives in you

you know its gonna get harder

which chauvinist should i kill?

why do i even bother?

need a home to bury these bones

gotta try to stand my own ground

they turn their knives in you

like the lamb thats brough to the fucking slaughter

you lose control

like a wolf in sheeps clothes

im a killer at heart

but ill find my way out

my tongue is tied

but my spirit is flyin'

i run like a star

like the heart of a bird

please dont drive me to sin

this way and that way

the brain of the sky

the blood of my soul

its like i aint here

my tongue is tied

my spirit is flyin

hearts blood on your dawn