I can't write left-handed Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother? Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family
hands on me) (Lay your hands on me) (Lay your hands on me) (Lay your hands on me) Lay your (Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me) Hands (Lay your hands
deep inside, Just call us taxi mama and we'll take you for a ride, 'Cos we're, Left Hand Luke and the begger boys. O yes we are. Left hand luke and
A rotten stench surrounds another ended life Maggots infesting rotten flesh Is that the way you wanna die? Decomposed, don't want to live in a decaying
I am my own God Master, slave and I will be beyond the grave No one will take my soul away I carry my own will and make my day I am my own God See the
Entombed - "The Truth Beyond" from the "Left Hand Path" album 1989 (These words taken from the "But Life Goes On" demo) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[bonus track]
A classroom circle slowly drifts on I knew right then I'd carve your name, so I Save your charity It's gone too far now as it seems I drive by your scenery
grip falling so far My hand inside, inside of your hand To lost and not found, to run and not hide My hand inside of your hand My hand inside of your hand
Left hand Wants to know what the right is doing Tell the way we miss out on something We're free There is one thing when I present, no Left hand, hand Left hand
Picture is incomprehensible The reptiles want to solve the riddle Don't like it? Then cry and hate it. The rebels want to imitate it Try your own neck
again Brainwaves going insane It's me and you in the end This butterfly broke through my chest Helped carry me home There is no master plan my heart is in your hands
Leave me by the roadside At the truckstop to rest my tired eyes And I'm still pretending That you're still by my side Steady hands, get me out Steady hands
. Give him a hand Give the man a hand, help him see that he's wanted. What can you do for him? Give the man a hand, help him see that he's wanted (sing
God can't know, just when I fall God can't see where I stand So, God can't be my left hand, my left hand man Am I spent, layed-out got no more to see
Destined to drone in monotone on your radio It's a little dream of mine Oh, but comments were less than complimentary And the deft left hand it followed
The harlot of the saints That spits on the rotten cross Incinerate the icon The symbol of all loss To stand straight At the left hand ov God Samael
you God In the palm of the left hand black Gonna bring you God Gonna bring you God, gonna bring you God In the palm of the left hand black Gonna bring
