You always
crave for all things
and obsess
what you can not have
fold your hands
to not let lose yours
hold it tight
to make me breath
my hands are choking me
so i can set me free
It won't make things better
won't make you better
Desires
to satisfy me
insatiety
like broken jars
fold your hands
to hold me forever
fold my hands
to choke my neck
my hands are choking me
so i can set me free
It won't make things better
won't make you better
Take your hands off of it
please let them go away
It won't make things better
won't make you better
the stars may fall
the eyes may blind my sight
the known may cage my will
the memories will hold us behind
as prisoners
the past will make you as a past
the road will lead me to the end
of nothing
we're walking on a pathless road
to nowhere
now we're seeing as an observer
now we're seeking freedom
my hands are choking me
so i can set me free
Take your hands off of it
please let them go away