My Life, My Hands
Alternative grunge-rock with light metal edge, breathy raw lead vocal, down-tuned palm-muted guitars, jagged power-chord riffs, and occasional pinch harmonics. Thick fuzz bass, punchy live drums, tom-heavy fills, and a gritty snare crack. Verse stays sparse and tense; chorus opens with stacked guitars and rough gang shouts, then a half-time breakdown.
My Life, My Hands
Alternative grunge-rock with light metal edge, breathy raw lead vocal, down-tuned palm-muted guitars, jagged power-chord riffs, and occasional pinch harmonics. Thick fuzz bass, punchy live drums, tom-heavy fills, and a gritty snare crack. Verse stays sparse and tense; chorus opens with stacked guitars and rough gang shouts, then a half-time breakdown.
Lyrics
Patience dwindles
Impatience hits full
There's a roar on in
A war callin'
Do I turn my back?
Walk the long track
Walk away from all I lack
To find my way from spaces colored black
Indignation
From deep on in
At a part of me
At a part of them
Breed this disease
A fueled flame
Bringing me to my knees
And who's to blame?
I don't feel it matters
My life, my hands
It's hold slowly shatters
Right where I stand
Falling pieces
Grounds covered in myself
Past ideas
Drown in what is felt
I rise once again
From a place lost within
A ground of sin
Where I shed my skin
Indignation
From deep on in
At a part of me
At a part of them
No longer holding on
Not so tight, not so strong
Releasing this grasp
So I can lift up my other half
Reach out a hand
Lift myself outta this shadowed land
Leave behind what was never mine
I walk this path a bit less blind