I have nothing to grasp on to.
I have nothing to hold me from the deadness.
I have nothing to wipe death's kiss off my lips.

So what's the use of these hands that bear in front of me?
Hold them out in front of me and watch them shake
I've held myself up from all the pain and the scars
Swallowed the sorrow with deep cuts upon my arms.

So what's the use of these hands if they can't grasp?
What's the point of these hands if they can't hold on from death?
What's the point of these hands if they can't touch him?
Hold them out in front and watch them bleed.

I have nothing to grasp on to.
I have nothing to hold me from deadness.
I have nothing to wipe death's kiss off my lips.
So what's the use of these hands that bear in front of me?