Hands in Jars (feat. Bad Praxis) Video (MV)

There's a place in the woods where I've dug a deep hole
Sides taller than you or I
If you climb down the ladder and look all around
There's a tunnel on either side
Take the one on the right, I hope you brought a light
Just please don't touch the wall
Keep your eyes straight ahead, as you go watch your head
For the rocks they tend to fall
When the passage ends push the button on the ledge
Step back and hold your breath
When the poison gas clears, turn around, walk a bit
A door has opened on the left

Nothing is ever truly over
Nobody ever truly recovers
Isolation cannot fill the hole
Infinite ripples in a paper-thin soul

Don't touch the door, wires run throughout
Swing it open with your shoe
Once inside and safe don't step on green tiles
Or you'll meet a nasty doom
There are boxes behind the sink, penned invisible ink
You'll have to use a violet light
In the box with a star you'll find mason jars
There's on that's been closed tight
Within the clear glass are my hopes and dreams
Do your best, friend, not to stare
I've stowed them away, so far from all life
Because I can't be bothered to care

Cynicism is the refuge of the fragile and fearful

Nothing is ever truly over
Nobody ever truly recovers
Isolation cannot fill the hole
Infinite ripples in a paper-thin soul

Nothing is ever truly over
Nobody ever truly recovers
Isolation cannot fill the hole
Infinite ripples in a paper-thin soul

Burn the house down so it never catches fire

Take my advice child, hear me out
Bottle your dreams, send them to sea
If you are hopeless and so alone
At least that floating glass with find its home
Things won't work out exactly as you planned
An unguarded jar emptied by a stranger's hand
Send them to sea, your beautiful dreams
Childhood must end, nostalgia is a sin
A melancholy scheme to fade in the wind