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
So karma paid
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 bastard's old cake hole
Ripped-up cuticles and morons wistful
An acid to wash my soul
Doomsayer's swords and lies for your laws
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
I was having visions of ten million ways to die
Tenía visiones de diez millones de formas de morir
I was having visions of ten people that might cry
Tenía visiones de diez personas que podrían llorar
I forgot the path I'm on, forgot to sing my song
Olvidé el camino en el que estoy, olvidé cantar mi canción
So karma paid
Así que el karma pagó
Now no righteous hand will hold the stories I have told
Ahora ninguna mano justa sostendrá las historias que he contado
So I will say
Así que diré
That gratitude cuts through my veins
Que la gratitud corta mis venas
I hold my hand up and I say
Levanto mi mano y digo
That gratitude cuts through my veins
Que la gratitud corta mis venas
I hold my hand up and I'm awake
Levanto mi mano y estoy despierto
More old bloody murder from a bastard's old cake hole
Más viejos asesinatos sangrientos de la vieja boca de un bastardo
Ripped-up cuticles and morons wistful
Cutículas rasgadas y morones nostálgicos
An acid to wash my soul
Un ácido para lavar mi alma
Doomsayer's swords and lies for your laws
Espadas y mentiras para tus leyes
He crippled the mason's shake
Dejó invalido al apretón del albañil
I'm soft to the core
Soy suave hasta el núcleo
I'll die before bored
Moriré antes de aburrirme
Held fingers does not a man make
Los dedos sostenidos no hacen a un hombre
That gratitude cuts through my veins
Que la gratitud corta mis venas
I hold my hand up and I say
Levanto mi mano y digo
That gratitude cuts through my veins
Que la gratitud corta mis venas
I hold my hand up and I'm awake
Levanto mi mano y estoy despierto
Hold my hands up
Levanto mis manos
And thank you
Y gracias
Gratitude
Gratitud
Hold my hands up
Levanto mis manos
