I found the punishment desperately sought
And I can't be sure if that's a dream or not
I stare at my hands and they look like they're yours

My hand's shaking knowing what I must
With blunted blades from times covered by dust
Our blunted phrases cutting between us

There's real pain waiting for me inside
I broke my back trying to spite my spine
The leather you're wearing is made of mine

The clock is showing it's thirty past five
And I'm where the planets weren't well aligned
I came to mourn and scratch my phantom arm