Lyrics
Fat fingers forcing themselves
on tiny little miniscule spider hands
closing in and tightening around them
Fat fickle fingers fidgeting, lingering
looking for more than they can handle
never ending, all-consuming circles
never ending, all-consuming circles
never asking questions, only claiming
deciding the trajectory of burdens
to be bestowed upon those
who never asked for them
never deserved them
fat foolish fingers grasping
fat foolish thoughts
controlling foolish brains
controlling foolish lives
fondling themselves in desperation
controlling every single thing around them
indulging totally in the illusion
than the world revolves around them
and that those fat fingers are in charge of it
ignoring the inevitable truth
that the hands that hold the fingers are just two
and however much power they hold
there´s no way that they can stand against us all
Written by: Marianna Sangita, Sigurd Ytre-Arne
