Bite The Hand - Beanbag

10. Bite the Hand

Stripped down and the ground is so damp

And the trees look around for the sunlight they mention

Tears fall from the mildew of morning

So dust cannot live when it’s placed in its hands by the ocean

It can dream of becoming glass like the sand

Flames dance on the wall in the house that is dead

Scared of what it’s becoming

As water laughs at the heat that’s emitted

Now a flame cannot burn when it’s starved of the air

That a human must breath in order to hear it’s own lies

See the place where I’m bound

We’ll take these comforts so I may drown

Dig out all my shame leave the dirt for the world to gain

Rain falls like a bullet that’s fired from a gun that is wet

'cause it’s unprotected now

Rust forms in the barrel now

You’ve had the chance but your mind is gone

And the rust erodes away under your skin

Well I am on my hands and knees!