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It was a can of paint With an ironic name Black Magic shade Over the fireplace And you turned away As Sufjan sang Is there dignity in death If there isn't any hope left But I know I tried to be What I thought you needed me to be But I was becoming something That would never be me I heard the mating call For everything that made us fall Out of the promised land With bags of contraband I'm stranded in the desert With my empty and wicked hands Just trying to find my way before I'm lost But I cannot keep living with the memory Of all the heartbreak I swore that I forgot And in the early light I find my enemy lines SongtexteAnd I bend into the dream That today I will make peace With that box of things That's still haunting me So I take it to the trash Throw it in and I don't look back 'Cause I know there's more to me Than even I have seen So I get up and keep on fighting In spite of me I hear the siren call For everything that makes me fall Far from the promised land Looking for heroin And I wake up in the morning With my ugly and wicked hands I just cannot bear the weight of all I've lost 'Cause I cannot keep doing all the same things And pretend like there will not be a cost All this time I thought it was a lost fight To get back everything I left behind my Days of rage and shame I still don't understand God help me hide My wicked hands God help me hide My wicked hands God help me hide My wicked hands God help me hide My wicked hands Aus Songtexte Mania