The hands that give
Will be the ones that take
Not a revenge; there’s no vengeance
Well, let’s just say, obligation
No resistance’ll be strong enough
The endurance’ll break to pieces
A locked fortress with no access
Overrun by water through the abyss
The hands that give
Had came with circumstances
No period blocked the sentences
So gentle, the cuff is stiff
The revenge is not by vengeance
Another transformed obligation
The ones possessed by passion
Tender heart pumped the poison
The hands that give
The hands that take
The one that’s’ saved
Lied down on stake
The hands that give
Will meet the receiving
The ones cuffed on treason
Full of scars from resisting
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