Broken Hands
You best release self pity
Locked in devastation’s control
The noose awaits you swinging
But the blade of malice cuts the rope
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
I’m not even on drugs. I’m just weird.

You best release self pity
Locked in devastation’s control
The noose awaits you swinging
But the blade of malice cuts the rope
Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
