Hands of Orlac - Birdeatsbaby

How I’d like to shake this body off

I want to adore the hands that hate us all

My darling there must be pieces missing

Drink to us and swear to tell no one

What becomes of you

How I’d like to shake this body off

A feather to the storm

The hands that break the soul

They will keep us spinning

Now you’re saying things you’ve never meant

We’re really not so different

We’ll isolate the enemies

And make them helpless just like me

I’m like my father, sire, father, liar

Father, sire, father, liar

How I’d like to shake this body off

And to scratch away these thorns

The hands that will not hold

And they will not help us

Now I sleep at night

How do the hands keep bearing down on me?