These Hands Video (MV)

In a burning feeling
I traced circles around your palms
I dreamt of body heat
I dreamt of henna on my arms
Why can't I call?
Candles in the dark
Spit their faces on my wall
I dreamt of folding hearts
I dreamt of flowers and a pall

Inching closer
Running through the halls
Crawling back into my shell
Walls are shrinking
Clubs are closing
Where did all my friends go
The last of me you'll ever see
In memories inside your dreams
I apologize a thousand times
I don't know how much I can lie

These hands, like chainsaws
Mangle every person I reach out to
I've disfigured my world
Left it scarred and unrecognizable
These hands, like flowers
Are too weak to open the door
So I bash my head against every wall
Until my brain is on the floor