Do you really think that anything you do can make me any less insane than I am right now?

I wish to have faith in these hands
But everything I touch seems to turn to sand

Can you help me find a capstone to bring an end to all of my thoughts?

I wish to have stars falling from the sky
To always remind me to cover my eyes
End their voices, they're making me sick
Close your eyes and repeat with me
There's a reason to cover your sins

So I drown myself finding words in the tide
Turning rivers to ink for the shorelines
Cave your chest and never forget
That everyone we love will die
And we'll forget them as time goes by

So I drown myself finding words in the tide
Turning rivers to ink for the shorelines
Cave your chest and never forget
There's a script that tell why my eyes
Have burned for longer than any others alike
The ignition lasted till after I lost my sight

Will I ever bother to write
Without inhaling smoke
And exhaling lines aligned?
There's a reason why I don't own a pen
And the reason is this:

I will never have faith in these hands..