This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Hands untied speak my mind
I had so much to say
For longest time the words weren't mine
I died an empty slave
I lost my sense of touch (I lost my sense of me)
And I was drunk with puke (shrunk every time I breathed)
My hands told wasted time (my time was not complete)
I killed time swatting flies (while roaming landfill stink)
I lost my sense of sight ('cause through my hands I see)
And what I knew wasn't true (the dummy wasn't me)
I took my coat of pins (and turned it inside out)
I rid my bones of skin (and rid myself of sound)
Hands, tired hands, dirty pants
The cardhouse man fell down
Now silence is peace - speaks to me
What once was said by sound
I lost my sense of touch (I lost my sense of me)
And I was drunk with puke (shrunk every time I breathed)
My hands told wasted time (my time was not complete)
I killed time swatting flies (while roaming landfill stink)
I lost my sense of sight ('cause through my hands I see)
And what I knew wasn't true (the dummy wasn't me)
I took my coat of pins (and turned it inside out)
I rid my bones of skin (and rid myself of sound)
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I had so much to say
For longest time the words weren't mine
I died an empty slave
I lost my sense of touch (I lost my sense of me)
And I was drunk with puke (shrunk every time I breathed)
My hands told wasted time (my time was not complete)
I killed time swatting flies (while roaming landfill stink)
I lost my sense of sight ('cause through my hands I see)
And what I knew wasn't true (the dummy wasn't me)
I took my coat of pins (and turned it inside out)
I rid my bones of skin (and rid myself of sound)
Hands, tired hands, dirty pants
The cardhouse man fell down
Now silence is peace - speaks to me
What once was said by sound
I lost my sense of touch (I lost my sense of me)
And I was drunk with puke (shrunk every time I breathed)
My hands told wasted time (my time was not complete)
I killed time swatting flies (while roaming landfill stink)
I lost my sense of sight ('cause through my hands I see)
And what I knew wasn't true (the dummy wasn't me)
I took my coat of pins (and turned it inside out)
I rid my bones of skin (and rid myself of sound)
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
I'm free
I'm remembering who I am
My hands can feel again...
Lyrics submitted by Elimination
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