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Hands Drawing Hands

from Nighterror by Polygraphist

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lyrics

when hands draw hands the end results are nothing you would dare call a masterpiece

her spindled fingers, a sickly green hue; her palms, red, tell tales of torture

when hands draw hands the end result is nothing you would write home about, or dare call a work of art

my cufflinks look great next to your neck.. accents the blues…
oh shit! squeezed a bit too tightly there, love.
graphite dust surrounds your pretty wrists like a police crime scene mapping out just where you lay when i "drew you"

we've come this far so why give up now?

burn down the bridges, you ain't going back

all that time drawing? it never got you very far..
and now you're running? (faster)
you'll never make it very far.

put down the pencils, in not too long you'll be home

let's be honest, an artist i am not.
vicious cycle, let's call it a draw.

cut the metaphors.. you are a whore, worthless with no self-reliance.

i shade all lines.
i tried, benevolently, to resolve all of our problems.

endless cyclic motions bring us right on back to a colorful start
you'd think we'd learn from our past experiences but i just love to color outside the lines.
endless cyclic motions bring us right back

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from Nighterror, released September 6, 2011

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Polygraphist Buffalo, New York

Inorganic, out of place, and unnatural arrangements. Alien abductions. Being chased. The 1920s, 50s, and 80s. Narrow hallways. Frenetics. Mood Swings. Skepticism. Cynicism. Solipsism. Pretentiousness, Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Hives. It doesnt stop. It never. Stops. Constant fear. An onslaught of phobic phenomena. ... more

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