These Hands Lyrics

These hands, write on the walls
and these hands, write nothing at all,

I'd run them down, I clear the way
the roof caves in, my mind's astray
and I run, in my bender
because these hands, they wither
I turn around, I won't surrender
because these hands, they wither

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these hands, they play the games
and these hands, they have no names
I'd throw them back and see them go
I'd plant the seeds and watch them grow
and I run, in my bender
because these hands, they wither
well I turn around, I won't surrender
because these hands, they wither
I'd throw your fingertips away, she said she said
If I leave my hands, we'll surely stay, I said I said
I've lost my backbone, what can I do,
I'll know when I stand up to you

and I run, in the thunder,
because these hands, they wither
well I turn around, I won't surrender
because these hands, they wither