they turn their backs on you 
you know its gonna get harder 
you hide your head all alone 
keep looking over your shoulder 
as if im just being used 
you just keep on pretending 
it seems no one has a friend 
you know its gonna get harder

my hearts in your hand 
your nearly a laugh 
your heads in the sand 
my hearts in your hand 

my tongue is tied..

they turn their knives in you 
you know its gonna get harder 
which chauvinist should i kill? 
why do i even bother?

gotta try to stand my own ground 
they turn their knives in you 
like the lamb thats brough to the fucking slaughter 
you lose control 
like a wolf in sheeps clothes 
im a killer at heart 
but ill find my way out

my tongue is tied 
but my spirit is flyin' 
i run like a star 
like the heart of a bird 
please dont drive me to sin 
this way and that way 
the brain of the sky 
the blood of my soul 
its like i aint here 
my tongue is tied 
my spirit is flyin

hearts blood on your dawn