Training For Utopia - Two Hands

(When I tear it all out and search through all that I am, I find i want
nothing more than to give you just a peace of my life, a peace of my
everything. This couldn't be more important. There couldn't be anymore
meaning to all that i am so i open my consideration unto your rejections.
i count all of my integrity's, everything on my hands, all of my love
every ounce of purity, and i leave myself 10 fingers. Two empty, pleading,
broken hands to give you absolutely... absolutely nothing. Nothing.)

There's no time, but I have so much.
And when I dig it empty, I have nothing to offer.
Two hands, ten fingers,
to give you nothing.
Do you want it?
I don't have it.
A future dies, no big surprise.
I killed my chance to save.
An angel cries, it burns her eyes, and she sings a different song.
Silence!
give me some more time to stab myself with the truth again.
Give me some time to burn myself to the ground.
Help me back up!