Anger Hands

Lying on my back
And the sound washes over me
And my eyes tear up endlessly
And I want to reach out
But my hands destroy everything they touch

I could write a hundred words
Philosophy and stupid puns
But my pens tremble and break
I've got anger hands

I could lay out colourful pictures
Of Good and Evil, by the thousand
But under my fingers, paper tears and rips
Under the fingers of my anger hands
     
     I can't breathe, I can't breathe
     « Give us something to hold
     Something you hold dear
     We need to tear apart
     Everything you want to do
     And if you don't indulge us
     We're gonna destroy you. »

Shreds of paper, tissue snowflakes
I can't open the window
Broken pens in the ER
Threadbare clothes protect my skin

'Cause if I let them, idle anger hands
Would have at me, draw with claws and blood
Organic canvas, accepting the pain
I would wear myself down to the bone

     Cannot move, can't stay still
     « Give us something old, something new
     Something borrowed, something blue
     We need to tear apart
     Everything you want to do
     And if you don't indulge us
     We're gonna destroy you. »

Dance 'till my feet bleed
Bite new marks everytime they fade
Standing still, fidgeting, running away
It all feels the same
It all feels the same !

Shut up 'till my lips bleed
Tingles and shivers
And ants running in my veins
If not control, I'll have a powercut !

     Cannot move, can't stay still
     « Give us something to hold
     Something you secretely despise
     We need to tear apart
     Everything you want to do
     And if you don't indulge us
     We're gonna destroy you. »

Lying on my back
Sound washes over me
Shut up 'till my lips bleed
I'll have a powercut