These Hands
Looking at the sun
For the last time as a free man,
With cuffs around his hands,
He walks through the lonely doors.
Razor-wire army stand guard against escape,
While the fences and the concrete
Cling boldly to the floor.
When the cell door closes,
All he can think of is,
"What was I thinking?"
When reality sinks in,
He buries his face in his hands.
No matter what those hands have done,
They're no different than my own.
These hands (these hands),
These hands will all plead guilty in the end.
Terrified and lonely beyond imagination,
He slips into a daydream he knows he's had before.
Bright hallucinations run rampant through a mind
That's been beaten down and broken by a world that is no more.
When the clock tower bellows,
All of the memories are
Ripped into pieces.
When reality sinks in,
He buries his face in his hands.
No matter what those hands have done,
They're no different than my own.
These hands (these hands),
These hands will all plead guilty in the end.
Something's wrong here.
Why should anyone choose death
To save a lying thief like me?
Show who you are, Sound the alarm, *
This is something we've seen before.
No matter what those hands have done,
They're no different than my own.
These hands (these hands),
These hands will all plead guilty in the end.
We'll all plead guilty.
For the last time as a free man,
With cuffs around his hands,
He walks through the lonely doors.
Razor-wire army stand guard against escape,
While the fences and the concrete
Cling boldly to the floor.
When the cell door closes,
All he can think of is,
"What was I thinking?"
When reality sinks in,
He buries his face in his hands.
No matter what those hands have done,
They're no different than my own.
These hands (these hands),
These hands will all plead guilty in the end.
Terrified and lonely beyond imagination,
He slips into a daydream he knows he's had before.
Bright hallucinations run rampant through a mind
That's been beaten down and broken by a world that is no more.
When the clock tower bellows,
All of the memories are
Ripped into pieces.
When reality sinks in,
He buries his face in his hands.
No matter what those hands have done,
They're no different than my own.
These hands (these hands),
These hands will all plead guilty in the end.
Something's wrong here.
Why should anyone choose death
To save a lying thief like me?
Show who you are, Sound the alarm, *
This is something we've seen before.
No matter what those hands have done,
They're no different than my own.
These hands (these hands),
These hands will all plead guilty in the end.
We'll all plead guilty.
Credits
Writer(s): Daniels Stephen James, Erickson David, Henson Noah, Laing John William, Mahlen Matthew John, Nerness Andrew, Sutton Johnathan Asher
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