Postcards From Mars - Plausible

My hands are merely plausible
from time to time I'm losing grip
peel my fingers off my palm
so we can re-arrange

My hands are merely optional
every now and then I'm feeling sick
hold my arms to feel my pulse
am i still alive?

my eyes are still open
rebuild what's been broken
and yes i am still in line

ears independent
i can do what I want
but my
memory's lost in time

deep down inside i'm alive

My hands are quite impossible
and there's no one who will change that
take my wrist and press the blood
into my shoulders

My hands are loosened up and bendable
just get rid off all the flesh
but keep my skin with all it's scars
so i can learn someday

my eyes are still open
secrets outspoken
testing the borderline

i'm independent
i can do what I want
but my hands make a mess sometimes

deep down inside i'm alive
a feeling no one can deprive
the thoughts and my taste, the blood in my veins
it's what I must cherish inside

My hands are merely plausible
'cause in the end I lost my grip
take my fall just take it all
so i can realize

My hands are still available
for anyone who can correct
for all I know i did my best
but i am weak inside