Veins

The veins in my hands move when I get mad
I’ve got sisters peeling blisters off these callouses!
I’m coveting the shadows, hiding where I sleep
I’m hiding from the cattle, away from all the sheep!
You’ll never know the difference
The veins in my hand bruise when I relax
I’ve six-six-six new weapons sticking from my back!
I’m coveting the shadows, hiding where I sleep
I’m hiding from the cattle, away from all the sheep!
You’ll never know the difference
These god-damn hands can’t hold anything
I keep them in my pockets!
I keep them in my jeans!
Hiding in some closet; somewhere you can’t breathe
Holding on to what you love from your enemies