Hands

Hands untied speak my mind

I had so much to say

For longest time the words weren't mine

I died an empty slave

I lost my sense of touch (I lost my sense of me)

And I was drunk with puke (shrunk every time I breathed)

My hands told wasted time (my time was not complete)

I killed time swatting flies (while roaming landfill stink)

I lost my sense of sight (cause through my hands I see)

And what I knew wasn't true (the dummy wasn't me)

I took my coat of pins (and turned it inside out)

I rid my bones of skin (and rid myself of sound)

Hands, tired hands, dirty pants

The cardhouse man fell down

Now silence is peace - speaks to me

What once was said by sound

CHORUS

I'm free

I'm remembering who I am

My hands can feel again...