THE CHAIN HAND

From the blistered hands
They give the gift
Of ever-burning pain
If once was never enough
It’s just another scar to lay in me
I found myself
Here in the frigid dirt
Here in the frigid dirt
I found myself
In the middle

From the blistered hands
They give the gift
Of ever-burning pain
If once was never enough
It’s just another scar that lies in me

I found myself
Here in the frigid dirt
Here in the frigid dirt
I found myself
In the middle
Of it all

To find myself in a bed of feathers

You are the same
You won’t let go
Goodbye

This is only a is born
At its wake
And can’t you see the very edge
On the grave of
Don’t ever
Don’t
Let’s go back to the beginning

Hands
They give the gift
Of ever-burning pain
If once was never enough
It’s just another scar that lies in me

I found myself
Here in the frigid dirt
Here in the frigid dirt
I found myself
In the middle
Of it all