Physician. Inflictor

My hands held the knife, would cut someone and repair
And all of my crimes that I had not intended
Will stay, will scar
Will cut someone and repair
And I can't, I can't just let it go
This handle mold is true

So when you're lying out between the dark and what we know
What we know
I try to let the dark be the light that I follow
I follow

When you find that fists are closed hands that I could still hold
Out to you, so I could show
This is a side of me

My hands threw the rope
Would keep your head above water
It twisted, it tied
Around your neck, Elizabeth's Collar
I feel I am condemned for what my heart would naturally do

So if these rope threads start to feel like home
Will you let them go?
Will you let me go?
I know my grasp can feel like a threat or a refuge hold
You never know

When the red lines blacken on skin left raw and exposed
It's proof to me we held on close
And let go control