Heavy Hand
Oh darling look. What have you done?
You awoke from a dream, with blood on your hands
Oh can't you see? What have you become?
Nothing is what it seems. Your heavy hand coming down
I just can't sleep, when you come around
You got malicious streak. When the lights go out
Dark was the night, cold was the ground
And when i start to dream, your heavy hand coming down
Writer/s: The Blackwater Fever
