Your Hands

Your Hands - Voices Of Destiny

Lay your hands on me

To finally infect my heart

Implant the image

I will not resist this soothing lie

You seek a savior's sense

Be content with a martyr me

So if you leave me

Don't think that I'll be found

Just 'cause you can't see

Since you won't turn around

And if you leave me

Don't think my pain's erased

Just 'cause you are too far

From me to hear my screams

You seek a savior's sense

Be content with me

Without remorse you tied me to the rack

Sacrificed for your own good

Your experiments put feelings

On a tensile test

I volunteered without awareness

Of the consequence

Pain

So if you leave me

Don't think that I'll be found

Just 'cause you can't see

Since you won't turn around

And if you leave me

Don't think my pain's erased

Just 'cause you are too far

From me to hear my screams

They echo in the air around this hill

The hill I struggled up to free my screams

They echo in the air around this hill

The hill I struggled up

Your hands they burn my skin

My words erase your sins

Your hands they burn my skin

But still my words may erase your sins

So if you leave me

Don't think that I'll be found

Just 'cause you can't see

Since you won't turn around

And if you leave me

Don't think my pain's erased

Just 'cause you are too far

From me to hear my screams

They echo in the air

My screams

Your hands they burn