Letra de Hands That Hold

Razor in your apple
Perfection that's your glove
Prison that's your company
The snakehole that's your love
To the heights in which you dragged me
Just to hurl your scorn
Trumpets play the live long day
But I live so forlorn
Did you hold the hand that held me down?
Did you laugh at my expense?
When there's no one left to hold your crown
Who will come to your defense?
Well when I unveil my weakness
In your romeo of tears
You sat there vacantly
You're blaming me and pushing me down
And I guess you always will
Did you hold the hand that held me down?
Did you laugh at my expense?
When there's no one left to hold your crown
Who will come to your defense?
Cause I'm the razor in your apple
I'm perfection that's your glove
Prison that's your company
I'll shine the stars above