Open Hands

Always fall into open hands You're never one to take a stand when you're not well Caressing your broken hands You always fail to reprimand those at blame Secret plots are happening Conspiracies are devising A tourniquet unraveling Faithful looks you demand Sights from the Everyman that looks below Hollow sounds in the empty man Digging trenches in the sand to follow too Secret plots are happening Conspiracies are devising Our tourniquet's unraveling Always fall into open hands (some tension) You're never one to make a stand when you're not well (retention) Caressing your broken hands (who did it?) You always fail to reprimand those at blame (I didn't)