Gratitude

I was having visions of
Ten million ways to die
I was having visions of
Ten people that might cry
I forgot the path I'm on
Forgot to sing my song
Now no righteous hand will hold
The stories I have told
So I will say
That gratitude
Cuts through my veins
I hold my hand up
And I say
That gratitude
Cuts through my veins
I hold my hand up
And I'm awake
More old bloody murder from
A bastards old cake hole
Rip up cuticles
And moron's wistful
And acid to wash my soul
Doomsayer's swords
And lies for your lores
He crippled the mason's shake
I'm soft to the core
I'll die before bored
Held fingers does not a man make
That gratitude
Cuts through my veins
I hold my hand up
And I say
That gratitude
Cuts through my veins
I hold my hand up
And I'm awake
Hold my hands up
And thank you
Gratitude
Hold my hands up