Empty Hands - Mother Mother

Written by：Ryan Guldemond

I was given these hands I can make a fist with them

But can't understand how to get a grip with all these

People around nothing seems to stick with them

They're getting me down and I pin them insensitive

And they ask me to lend them a hand

I put it out but then they turn my hand down

Oh why do I take these things around my little empty hands hands

My empty empty hands hands

I was given this heart I help with it stopping

But I can't help it start start by just agreeing with the

People at large how they're so unappealing oh

They're just not that smart and sometimes it's endearing

But now when I ask them to lend me a hand

And they just look down at me like

I'm some hand me down gown

Oh why do I take these things around my little empty hands hands

My empty empty hands

I was given these eyes I can't see the truth

But I can feel all the lies falling through the roof

They're making piles and piles and after I deduce

I'd say that lies aren't style so it's safe to assume

That if I ask just if you'd kindly lend me a hand

You might just say that you do but really not give a damn damn damn

Oh why do I take these things around my little empty

Why do I take these things around my little empty

Oh why do I take these things around my little empty hands hands

My empty empty hands hands

My empty empty hands