Broken Hands

Warp distinction disable the clock
When death comes, the lines stop

Let go or let it house
Let go, could you now?

Coming home I had left my things. I heard you died. I was never told how
(Our families fed the soil now)
Arriving at the wake, I sat next to my mother. Your wife in tears, your son staring blankly at the floor
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He kept the same expression the whole day. When they lowered his casket, he finally looked at his father
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I couldn't get myself to go up to the boy, no matter how hard I tried
(Our families fed the soil now)

You can break the hands
But the gears won't stop

They won't
Gears stop
They won't
Gears won't stop

No matter what we do, they won't stop
Stop today