Veins - Spish

The veins in my hands move when I get mad

I’ve got sisters peeling blisters off these callouses!

I’m coveting the shadows, hiding where I sleep

I’m hiding from the cattle, away from all the sheep!

You’ll never know the difference

The veins in my hand bruise when I relax

I’ve six-six-six new weapons sticking from my back!

I’m coveting the shadows, hiding where I sleep

I’m hiding from the cattle, away from all the sheep!

You’ll never know the difference

These god-damn hands can’t hold anything

I keep them in my pockets!

I keep them in my jeans!

Hiding in some closet;

somewhere you can’t breathe

Holding on to what you love from your enemies