You always crave for all things and obsess what you can not have fold your hands to not let lose yours hold it tight to make me breath my hands are choking me so i can set me free It won't make things better won't make you better Desires to satisfy me insatiety like broken jars fold your hands to hold me forever fold my hands to choke my neck my hands are choking me so i can set me free It won't make things better won't make you better Take your hands off of it please let them go away It won't make things better won't make you better the stars may fall the eyes may blind my sight the known may cage my will the memories will hold us behind as prisoners the past will make you as a past the road will lead me to the end of nothing we're walking on a pathless road to nowhere now we're seeing as an observer now we're seeking freedom my hands are choking me so i can set me free Take your hands off of it please let them go away