Hands of Man

And the mind of man is underwhelmed By troubled times, the trouble tells Have the times become your only friend? Help me, my selfish man, lend me thy selfish hand Found yourself bound to hell (on top, shame, on the shop, only becosh, buildings come and go) Come inside, come and stand next to a wasted hand You're so cool (on top, shame, on the shop, only Balázs, buildings come and go) Have the times become your only friend? And as another spring swings by on heavy eyes Do you still gasp at your reflection? Or does it make your shadow cry? And while the why's sit on your mind, while the wine is killing time It seemed like such a perfect way to spend your past and passing life And passing by is just an accurate depiction of the ties You were so sure would last eternity, so sure would last a while Don't you just love to lie awake at night, dependent on a lie That you are better than the next man and, therefore, all the better prize? Don't you just lie to love awake at night, dependent on a lie That you are better than the next man, but so much worse at the same time? Besides, you've sized yourself up, oh, so many times, your spirit sighs And to be kind to yourself is to both Neglect your body Body and mind Have the times become your only friend? As you find your will stops keeping To rewind just to live is to pretend As you stride, you struggle As you stride, you struggle To rewind just to live is to pretend As you find your will stops keeping Have the times become your only friend? Have the times become your only friend? Have the times become your only friend? Have the times become your only friend?