These Hands Weren't Meant For Us Lyrics

These hands were strong once, they held my head and
what's inside
I tried to train them to stop the shaking, but they
wouldn't listen to these lies
there's something out there I promise, it's coming for
all of us
and it is evil, and I have seen it, it takes life and
devours trust
it's bad when I close them worse with my eyes open. I
see it if I sleep
so I keep my mind blank, and think of bravery, change
and hope but I'm so weak
please take me in like I'm family, I've been out for
far too long
my stone hearts aching, but I am changing. stay by me,
leave me alone

I'm changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking
my hands are full, but I'm not (explosions build w/
horn)

I thought these hands were strong with how they used to
hold the world
then It slipped away, I couldn't keep it, and now
nothing isn't blurred
but ever since the first time that I flew above the
stars
like a dragon into heaven trying to tiptoe past the
guards
with bricks and bones, blood and stones and skin
holding it all loose
I take one last breath and don't think of death, that
halo made a noose
and let's not speak of murder even if the motive is
clear
because death is sleep anyways, and I'm fine right here
I couldn't see what I was looking for, didn't want to
hear it
trying to control everything I see, when all I could do
is swim in it.
or drown or tread in these careless waters just to get by
and just getting by? choking down every single
ridiculous lie
like an axe in the back, like a coward or a hack.
now regret hates me, it's fear that saved me putting
mountains in my path
These arms were strong once, they moved the ground to
keep us safe
but they are crumbling, my fingers numbing. I'm not
reaching out I'm pushing you away
please trust it's for your well being, I don't want you
here when I come down
so no words are spoken, with my eyes wide open, I'm all
ready to be found

I'm changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking
my hands are full, but I'm not

I'm changing, I hold myself to keep from shaking
these hands are done, but I'm not

and I'm not full, but I'm not done either - just trying
to hear what I need to see
and If I see it I promise I'll let you hear it - and if
you'll listen, then I'm all ears
these hands weren't made for us - but they grab at
every will we conjure up
my hands weren't built for me - but they still burn the
ground enough
acting like they want to be found, just to go and hide
again
these hands are all to blame, tearing where it needs to
mend
each finger bent in shame, knuckles every shade of
white
our hands are all the same, over our face cover our
eyes
my passports all worn out, if you need these hands
they're all for you
I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want
to do

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