Broken Hands

We aspire to be Just like you as we Fall to our knees to be grateful If we could fake What we should believe We'd fool you into thinking we're grateful Take what you want from me Nobody's telling you Where to go Don't think I am so naive To be fooled by these Smokescreens Confess to the priest Absolve your sins That eat you little by little The dust settles into Arms of hope I'd break if you'd fold a little We languish in the sun Broken hands all blistered Just trying to hold on As we stood still on fire Now and forever and Now and forever