These Hands - Pressure 4-5

Life.

It’s like I’m never there

Time.

I’ve got no more to spare

Awake to the sound of a million people

Look around to see

That no one’s there

Breaking out of a new cell

What you wanted to be

Try to reason

Try to think

Want some sympathy

Used.

These hands are used and dirty

And screaming for something new

Wait.

I’ve waited for so long

To break away from all that’s wrong

But it’s inconsequential

It seems nothing matters

It seems nothing matters unless you scream

Used.

These hands are used and dirty

And screaming for something new

You said… nothing

Break up the pieces, they’re killing you slowly

No fiction fact or fantasy could make you see