Pigs Portrait Testo

Testo Pigs Portrait

Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
What the fuck do you want from us?!
Its time to fill their lungs with gunpowder, and offer them a light.
Dont give them their last words.
Dont give...
dont give them their last good-byes.
Give us your location and a list of all your lies.
Your lies have found their way (a falling angel) into complacency.
Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Hands bound (Baby its you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Lets hold hands and share some blood.
Lets hold hands and share some blood.
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
What the fuck do you want from us?!
Its time to fill their lungs with gunpowder.
This is your, this is your pigs portrait, pigs portrait.
This is your pigs portrait.
This is your pigs portrait.
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