Robbing Peter, Paying Paul

Raise this callus like a baby

Size and shape of my whole body

I'd feel fine if I could feel at all

There's no suicide, there's only self-control

Ask me if I'm feeling good, yeah I'm feeling fine

I feel like I feel all the time

Self-infliction is a lonely goal

It's not suicide, it's only self-control

From my hands, to my hands

From my hands, to my hands

From my hands, to my hands

From my hands, to my hands

From my hands, to my hands

From my hands, to my hands

From my hands, to my hands

From my hands, to my hands

There's no room inside the callus

There's no room for anything

Only germs of indecision, multiplying, multiplying

To my lungs I leave my bribery

To my hands I leave my fear

With this will, will I thee wed

From my hands, to my hands

From my hands, to my hands

From my hands, to my hands

From my hands