Voice
Can make a grown man cry
If you can't save this noise
Then how the hell can I, without cashing in
My heroes have all died in battle
So cut off my hands at the wrists
The streets will run red with our blood now
The streets will run red
The streets will run red with my love
My vendetta black
Lie
Until my teeth cave in
From all the fists that fly
For the sudden sake
Of cashing all your chips
Of cashing in
Your heroes have all died in battle
So cut off my hands at the wrists
The streets will run red with our blood now
The streets will run red
The streets will run red
Vendetta Black
Black
Long wait, hold on
Long wait, hold on
Long wait, hold
My heroes have all died in battle
So cut off my hands at the wrists
The streets will run red with our blood now
The streets will run red with my love
The streets will run red
The greatful return to a fable
And the hateful reside in my lap
In my hands
My hands
MY hands
My hands, hands, hands