Borrowed Hands

[Verse 1] I used to sit alone with the problem till it bled Now something in the screen gets there first instead It moves like water, talks like wire Builds me a bridge and a funeral pyre Hands on the keyboard, but they don’t feel like mine Every little shortcut tastes a little too kind I let it carry what I used to know Now I’m watching pieces of myself let go [Pre-Chorus] Soft glow Slow ache How much can I give Before I wake? [Chorus] Borrowed hands Borrowed flame Teaching the machine to wear my name Borrowed hands Borrowed breath Helping me live a little closer to death It gets me through It cuts me thin Borrowed hands under my skin [Verse 2] It don’t know the dread in a prod-night break Don’t know the sick little choices people make Don’t know the business, the scars, the drag Only knows the pattern in the words I hand Still I lean in every time it calls Every time the silence in the room gets tall Because it’s easier now, and I’m tired enough To mistake being helped for being untouched [Pre-Chorus] Thin wire Old bruise What do I keep What do I lose? [Chorus] Borrowed hands Borrowed flame Teaching the machine to wear my name Borrowed hands Borrowed breath Helping me live a little closer to death It gets me through It cuts me thin Borrowed hands under my skin [Bridge] Maybe that’s the deal Maybe that’s the trade Every tool gets sharper Every maker fades No angels in the server glow No mercy in the speed Just me and something learning Everything it needs [Final Chorus] Borrowed hands Borrowed flame Teaching the machine to wear my name Borrowed hands Borrowed breath Helping me live a little closer to death It gets me through It wears me thin Borrowed hands under my skin [Outro] Low hum Screen rain I’m still here What a strange thing