The Hands That Profit

A barricade to banish

All love and pain, I’m famished

For something, anything more

I’ll starve myself completely

Of love and other feelings

Cause what’s there to feel for

I’ll sit up straight and bear it

And smile out of habit

I’ve tried- will try it all

I do not fear tomorrow

I only fear today

I’ve got until sunset

To make it go away

To make you go away

I’ll suffer the aftertaste

And fight however it takes

I’ll make the deals

And fate is sealed

To turn the other way

So ring the bells tonight

And hold my hand like Midas

And turn to gold

My hand grows cold

There is no way to fight this

The fallen saints you know of

The labor of their love

They have trained you well

The copper begs to knell

To Hell and Heaven’s gates

Your judgment shall await

And in the hands, you profit

The other holds the reigns

The other holds the chains

I do not fear tomorrow

I only fear today

I’ve got until sunset

To make it go away

To make you go away

I’ll suffer the aftertaste

And fight however it takes

I’ll make the deals

And fate is sealed

To turn the other way

So ring the bells tonight

And hold my hand like Midas

And turn to gold

My hand grows cold

There is no way to fight this