Gratitude

I was having visions of
Ten million ways to die
I was having visions of
Ten people that might cry
I forgot the path I'm on
Forgot to sing my song
So karma paid
Now, no righteous hand will hold
The stories I have told
So I will say

That gratitude
Cuts through
My veins
I hold my hand up and I say
That gratitude
Cuts through
My veins
I hold my hand up and I'm awake

More old bloody murder from
A bastard's old cake hole
Ripped up cuticles
And moron's wistful
And acid to wash my soul
Doomsayer's swords
And lies for you lores
He crippled the mason's shake
I'm soft to the core
I'll die before bored
Held fingers does not a man make

That gratitude
Cuts through
My veins
I hold my hand up and I say
That gratitude
Cuts through
My veins
I hold my hand up and I'm awakе

Hold my hands up
And thank you
Gratitude
Hold my hands up (hey, hey, hеy, hey, hey)