THE CHAIN HAND

Sunflowers in the sand

Sunflowers in the sand

From the blistered hands they give the gift

Of ever-burning pain

If once was never enough

It's just another scar to lay in me

I found myself

Here in the frigid dark, here in the frigid dark

I found myself

In the middle

From the blistered hands they give the gift

Of ever-burning pain

If once was never enough

It's just another scar that lays in me

I found myself

Here in the frigid dark, here in the frigid dark

I found myself

In the middle of it all

Fear stricken with not a cry, but a whimper

I plunged myself through the bleak unknown

Only to find myself in a bed of feathers

You won't ascend

If you won't let go

Goodbye

It's so funny how time passes by

Leaving only stillness in it's wake

I get to see the very end

To lay a flower on the grave of me

To lay a flower on the grave

To lay a flower on the grave

Let's go back to the beginning

Hands, they give the gift

Of ever-burning pain

If once was never enough

It's just another scar that lies in me

I found myself

Here in the frigid dark, here in the frigid dark

I found myself

In the middle of it all