Hands Unfold Lyrics

Devils son
Grow your horns
One by one
Open doors
Unknown world
State of mind
What are you gonna find?
Preachers son
Seen it all
There beyond the see-through wall
You have seen the unseen
You've seen through the scenery
Hands unfold

Son of a b****
Stitches itch
Cuts may rot
Therefore the stench of buried emotions
Leaking through the pores
Find comfort in drugs and drunks and w****s