Hands untied speak my mind. I had so much to say. For longest time the words weren't mine. I died an empty slave. I lost my sense of touch (I lost my sense of me). And I was drunk with puke (shrunk every time I breathed). My hands told wasted time (my time was not complete). I killed time swatting flies (while roaming landfill stink). I lost my sense of sight (cause through my hands I see). And what I knew wasn't true (the dummy wasn't me). I took my coat of pins (and turned it inside out). I rid my bones of skin (and rid myself of sound). Hands tired hands dirty pants. The cardhouse man fell down. Now silence is peace - speaks to me. What once was said by sound. CHORUS. I'm free. I'm remembering who I am. My hands can feel again...