Too many hands

carving up the sky

and leaving their mark in the sand.

Our destiny moves

no matter where we stand.

Too many hands.



There's dust in my eyes

poison in my brain

an ocean that runs through my veins.

But here in my chest

there's a feeling I don't understand.

Too many hands.



Here on the highest ground

you can see how far we've gone.

One voice cries echoes on and on.



Far away gone

I'll be hiding from the plans

of too many hands.



Traces of history

appear across the sky.

Lay down now and let your spirit fly.



Too many hands

fade away with time.

they're losing themselves in the plan.

I offer my voice

hear me if you can.

Too many hands

Too many hands.