Hands
With their countless wit
And brave strength
Of their telling tales
And comforting embrace

Don't let them turn against you
Because they can sin faster than you can say Amen
They move down
And down
And down
Until it's reached a bottomless pit
Of unsuspecting victims

It's long fingers and strong grips
Will lead you to destruction
Where you and death meet

Your fate is in you hands
Don't crush it or give it away
Or turn it into a cautionary tale

Many have suffered under such ruthless hands
You could be one of them
Or you could be spared

Say a prayer
That He bless your hands
That it may not sin
So you shall not die
And you shall live