Out Of My Hands Lyrics

I feel like I'm coming down with it
All the symptoms fit and I backslide
High on the clock I don't have much
when I'm running on the inside

When every conclusion is out to you
I put on my best face and kid gloves too
and held up the end until it's out of my hands
Out of my hands

And if you tuned in to see blood
it's not a subject that I surpass in
My mission's been scrubbed my brains were washed
Because I never was your assassin

It's like a desert sand will have to do
and between my fingers saw it running through
until it turned into this and out of my hands
Out of my hands

So come up and check there's nothing up my sleeve
All the while it's geting harder for you to believe
Out of my hands