These hands bleed the pain away Pain caused by themselves These hands they tremble everyday Scared of marking, unstoppable mistakes These hands promise tears shed at night Tears that sting their pitiful sight These hands, full of stories that burn The eyes of strangers that dare to stare These hands are guilty, these hands are wounded These hands plead freedom of being tortured They hide and they sweat when they feel the coming Of fears or wounds or anger or simple sobbing They know they’ll get punished for being so hurt For hurting each other, they’ll have to do it again.