carving up the sky
 and leaving their mark in the sand.
 Our destiny moves
 no matter where we stand.
 Too many hands.

 There's dust in my eyes
 poison in my brain
 an ocean that runs through my veins.
 But here in my chest
 there's a feeling I don't understand.
 Too many hands.

 Here on the highest ground
 you can see how far we've gone.
 One voice cries echoes on and on.

 Far away gone
 I'll be hiding from the plans
 of too many hands.

 Traces of history
 appear across the sky.
 Lay down now and let your spirit fly.

 Too many hands
 fade away with time.
 they're losing themselves in the plan.
 I offer my voice
 hear me if you can.
 Too many hands
 Too many hands