| These hands were strong once, they held my head and what’s inside
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| I tried to train them to stop the shaking, but they wouldn’t listen to these
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| lies
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| There’s something out there I promise, it’s coming for all of us
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| And it is evil, and I have seen it, it takes life and devours trust
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| It’s bad when I close them worse with my eyes open. |
| I see it if I sleep
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| So I keep my mind blank, and think of bravery, change and hope but I’m so weak
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| Please take me in like I’m family, I’ve been out for far too long
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| My stone hearts aching, but I am changing. |
| stay by me, leave me alone
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| I’m changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking
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| My hands are full, but I’m not.
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| I thought these hands were strong with how they used to hold the world
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| Then It slipped away, I couldn’t keep it, and now nothing isn’t blurred
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| But ever since the first time that I flew above the stars
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| Like a dragon into heaven trying to tiptoe past the guards
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| With bricks and bones, blood and stones and skin holding it all loose
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| I take one last breath and don’t think of death, that halo made a noose
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| And let’s not speak of murder even if the motive is clear
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| Because death is sleep anyways, and I’m fine right here
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| I couldn’t see what I was looking for, didn’t want to hear it
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| Trying to control everything I see, when all I could do is swim in it.
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| Or drown or tread in these careless waters just to get by
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| And just getting by? |
| choking down every single ridiculous lie
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| Like an axe in the back, like a coward or a hack.
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| Now regret hates me, it’s fear that saved me putting mountains in my path
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| These arms were strong once, they moved the ground to keep us safe
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| But they are crumbling, my fingers numbing. |
| I’m not reaching out I’m pushing
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| you away
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| Please trust it’s for your well being, I don’t want you here when I come down
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| So no words are spoken, with my eyes wide open, I’m all ready to be found
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| I’m changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking
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| My hands are full, but I’m not
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| I’m changing, I hold myself to keep from shaking
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| These hands are done, but I’m not
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| And I’m not full, but I’m not done either, just trying to hear what I need to
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| see
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| And If I see it I promise I’ll let you hear it, and if you’ll listen,
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| then I’m all ears
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| These hands weren’t made for us, but they grab at every will we conjure up
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| My hands weren’t built for me, but they still burn the ground enough
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| Acting like they want to be found, just to go and hide again
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| These hands are all to blame, tearing where it needs to mend
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| Each finger bent in shame, knuckles every shade of white
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| Our hands are all the same, over our face cover our eyes
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| My passports all worn out, if you need these hands they’re all for you
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| I don’t know what I want, but I know what I don’t want to do |