Hold me, hands free
The second hand rolls around
Almost like the shots were no big deal
The lust rushes out thick as molassas
There seems to be no solution here
The body runs around in circles
Yet the mind races to ascend
Transcend the place wherein it dwells
Over and over again, stays down, waits
Waits for something to come along
Come about and come on strong
Ponders every moment whether or not
It should, it could, it can’t do something
But do you even care? I didn’t think so
Or is that just the naivety talking
Talking to itself because of the lack
Of strangers to throw itself upon
Because it shuts the possibility
Out, what for? What’s that about?
I’ve no control, my eyes grow closed
To any opportunity, yet this is my claim
To hover above the loss, the loss of control
The loss of feeling, the loss of all
All I find sacred, I can’t let go
It lets me fall, yet my grip is so full
So strong it grows cold, I pull
But there’s no response, what then?
What is when I hate the hands
I once held and caressed, to mend my wounds
The static flows, follows and stalks
Waits to shock and overwhelm
But I can’t wait, I want the change
I yearn for the hand to slap me down
To push me around, to throw me out
To rip me from my own flesh
When new hands come around
Come down to pick me up
Lift me back upon myself
I don’t want to wish they’re yours
So tear me out, I say, tear me from myself
Take me in, take me away
Please just help me out, I weep for the nails
I want my lust for you to sever
Slash it from me and drain me of you
Get it over with, leave me for dead
Get you out of my fucking head
Almost like the shots were no big deal
The lust rushes out thick as molassas
There seems to be no solution here
The body runs around in circles
Yet the mind races to ascend
Transcend the place wherein it dwells
Over and over again, stays down, waits
Waits for something to come along
Come about and come on strong
Ponders every moment whether or not
It should, it could, it can’t do something
But do you even care? I didn’t think so
Or is that just the naivety talking
Talking to itself because of the lack
Of strangers to throw itself upon
Because it shuts the possibility
Out, what for? What’s that about?
I’ve no control, my eyes grow closed
To any opportunity, yet this is my claim
To hover above the loss, the loss of control
The loss of feeling, the loss of all
All I find sacred, I can’t let go
It lets me fall, yet my grip is so full
So strong it grows cold, I pull
But there’s no response, what then?
What is when I hate the hands
I once held and caressed, to mend my wounds
The static flows, follows and stalks
Waits to shock and overwhelm
But I can’t wait, I want the change
I yearn for the hand to slap me down
To push me around, to throw me out
To rip me from my own flesh
When new hands come around
Come down to pick me up
Lift me back upon myself
I don’t want to wish they’re yours
So tear me out, I say, tear me from myself
Take me in, take me away
Please just help me out, I weep for the nails
I want my lust for you to sever
Slash it from me and drain me of you
Get it over with, leave me for dead
Get you out of my fucking head