Cut Off My Hands - Chad VanGaalen

Cut off both my hands

And threw them in the sand

Watch them swim away from me like a pair of bloody crabs

Close my eyes and dream of different skies

Stare straight at the sun and try not to cry for you

Oh no

Doused in waves of static haze

I grew my mind into a maze

It makes me sick

To even think of it

Fall asleep and disappear

Pop some pills

To chase your fear

She said I love you both the same before she drifted away

Captured by the jackals and thrown into a hole

They tortured you for days and then let you go home

I can see them now just flapping in the wind

Like I giant stinky mouth

That's been shooting out spit

Oh no

Oh no