Lyrics Helping Hands - Amoral

Helping Hands

This, all this used to rhyme
Had it’s place and time
One perfect line
You, you were my guide
The voice inside
The one to lie
My body aches from all the aid
Near-fatal blows from helping hands
The fastest way to a heart is through the
Chest with the knife
It’ll take my death for you to come alive
I, I was led astray
Lost along the way
Lost among the pray
Now, all there’s left to do
To make sure that you won’t follow suit
My body aches from all the aid
Near-fatal blows from helping hands
The fastest way to a heart is through
The chest with the knife
It’ll take my death for you to come
Alive