Thread

Broken promises You pull the rug from under us Losing purpose and Start pulling plugs one after one By a thread I hold on One loose end to tie up But the dread is too much I forget what I want What are these hands for If I'm cuffed fighting your wars? Clothing ominous A wolf in sheepskin bloodied up Showman to the end Your motives being covered up By a thread I hold on One loose end to tie up But the dread is too much I forget what I want What are these hands for If I'm cuffed fighting your wars?