Heath McNease
Your Enemy
Oh, oh, oh oh

These hands
They're covered in blood
These idle hands
They choke the life of everyone I love

[Chorus]
So is there room
At your table for me?
So is there room
At your kingdom for me?

Oh, oh, oh oh

These hands
These broken hands
Help me dig my grave
These tired hands
Are too weak
To shovel dirt back on the bed I made

[Chorus]
So is there room
At your table for me?
So is there room
For your enemy?
[Chorus]
So is there room
At your table for me?
So is there room
For your enemy?