Eleven Hands Songtext
von Leoniden

Fingertips are slit by the sisters, who listed
Your decisions of whiskers. fingertips are slit
By sinistrals. we try and fail our eyes are grey.
We′re oversleeping everything. ten hands handle
Things that we don't get. ten hands are crawling
Through your bedroom, through your sheets and
Pillows and sixteen of them leave. when will the
Six hands come back to your chamber to make
It empty again.