Letra de ' These Filthy Hands ' de Mushroomhead

It can be anybody
It can look like anything at all
Anyone at all, you can never tell
Regular people, they look like human beings

Haphazardly, tumbling hard
Fall right down, laugh out loud
All in the scheme of things
We're all looking up, growing tall

(It's like pulling one hair) you are what you are to me
(With wet fingers) in my eyes, you're a star
(Petroleum jelly) you're something I'll never be
(And watch the rains dance) you're something
You're something I'm frightened of

(I've got to get clean)
(The rain will cleanse me)
(And I've got to wash)
(These filthy hands)

Because it's all just a futile plan
That'd mean I'd have to believe again
It's like a career to breathe
An existence I can't conceive
Emotionless as in slug
In my imagined oblivion

You would swear (it's as much fun)
That I could (as poking at a nerve)
Walk and talk (no one wants to fail)
But I doubt you will ever (but no one wants to work)
Ever prove enough
(Vocabulary test is graded on a curve)
(Smartest kid is stupid, word is never heard)
I doubt you'll ever prove enough

(I've got to get clean! The rain will cleanse me)
I doubt you'll ever prove enough
(And I've got to wash these filthy hands)
I doubt you'll ever prove it

(All these thoughts and feelings are for naught)
(Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade)
(Still they remain)
(All these thoughts and feelings are for naught)
(Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade)
(Still they remain)

(Caught! Waiting for the rain)
(Time devours life)

(With my soul as the defendant)
(Don't catch me if I fall... I may have jumped)
(You never know)
(You don't know me at all)
(At all)

(All these thoughts and feelings are for naught)
(Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade)
(Still they remain)
(All these thoughts and feelings are for naught)
(Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade)
(Still they remain)

Because it's all just a futile plan
That'd mean I'd have to believe again
It's like a career to breathe
An existence I can't conceive
Emotionless as in slug
In my imagined oblivion

You would swear (try pulling one hair)
That I could
Walk and talk (with wet fingers)
But I doubt you will ever
Ever prove enough (petroleum jelly)
(And watch the rains dance)
I doubt you'll ever prove it

(All these thoughts and feelings are for naught)
(Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade)
(Still they remain)
(All these thoughts and feelings are for naught)
(Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade)
(Still they remain)

(Caught! Waiting for the rain)
(Time devours life)
(Waiting for the rain)
(Devours!)