handsareforhelpinghandsareforhelpinghandsareforKILLING!

staring at my hands
how empty they are
with out the blackened skin
of my dead lover

staring in your eyes
how empty they seem
in the mirror that shows me
how frail we are

staring through the sunlight
how cold it feels on my skin
blessed by sand in a foreign land

staring at the moonlight
how deadly it feels like a dream
blessed by blood in a foreign land

and the monkey on my back
has a dead girl's name
she calls to me nightly
and drives me insane

and though i let her go
she won't let me go
and i can feel her weight
my watch tells me

i try to be a lover
how empty my heart
with all the evil intent
of my job well done

i try to be happy
how empty my smile
when i show the same teeth
to death and a child

staring through the sunlight
how cold it feels on my skin
blessed by sand in a foreign land

staring at the moonlight
how deadly it feels like a dream
blessed by blood in a foreign land

and the monkey on my back
has a dead girl's name
she calls to me nightly
and drives me insane

and though i let her go
she won't let me go
and i can feel her weight
my watch tells me (i'm late)