[Intro, Full Band Enters Immediately, Complex Syncopated Doom Riffing, No Buildup] [Verse 1, Raw Horrified Vocal, Not Growled, Crushing Syncopated Riffing] Something in me, shattering, unknowing, Something in me, scattering, undoing, These hands keep trembling, barely wondering, These hands keep resembling something thundering, I can't recall the shape of comprehending, I only know I'm slowly, surely, ending. [Chorus, Raw Horrified Vocal, First Pass, Full Band] THESE BLOODY HANDS These hands keep denying, keep explaining, These hands keep replying, keep remaining, THESE BLOODY HANDS Never answering, never abstaining. [Verse 2, Raw Horrified Vocal, Peaking Intensity, Riffing at Its Most Crushing] The walls stand witnessing, unmoving, violent, The floor stays glistening, unproving, silent, The world reduces to a single, endless ringing, Then nothing. Only silence. Only reckoning. [Chorus, Same Words, Raw Horrified Vocal, Last Pass Before the Break] THESE BLOODY HANDS These hands keep denying, keep explaining, These hands keep replying, keep remaining, THESE BLOODY HANDS Never answering, never abstaining. [Sudden Full-Band Drop-Out, Hard Cut Into Spacious, Clean Doom, Not a Fade] [Verse 3, Vocal Cracking and Breaking, Clean Reverb Guitar, Slow Crescendo Building] I wake into a stillness, incomplete, I wake beside a silence, obsolete. The floor remembers everything I'm losing, My mind rejects the evidence, refusing. I recognize the only life I'm mourning, I'll never speak their names without this warning. [Bridge, Hushed, Nearly Whispered, Only Clean Guitar and Voice] "I keep waiting for the sound of your returning," "I keep hoping I'm still only learning," I didn't dream this. I'm unraveling, dissolving, These hands know more than what my mind's resolving. [Instrumental, Tension Building Slowly Back Up, Guitar Crescendo Returning to Full Weight] [Final Chorus, Rebuilt Entirely, Same Hook, New Rhyme, Grief Instead of Blankness] THESE BLOODY HANDS Held every tenderness I kept for growing, Now hold a weight beyond all my knowing, THESE BLOODY HANDS Will spend forever, only unknowing. [Outro, Guitar Fading to a Single Sustained Chord, Vocal Barely Above a Whisper] (barely audible, spoken) "There's a broken toy on the floor. I'll never know whose turn it was."
