Chico Zander - Charcoal Hands Lyrics

Each and every day
I daydream of the plague
It's gonna come to fruition

If I don't drink the water
If I don't sleep the night
It has charcoal hands
That absorb the light

And I'm zoning, zoning out again
Charcoal, charcoal hands

When my mind is hazy
When I'm getting lazy
I can't let me get too crazy

Running around
Just like a chicken
With it's head cut off

And I'm zoning, zoning out again
Charcoal, charcoal hands

I am building a fragile house of cards
Keeping busy will only get me so far
I am building a fragile house of cards

Each and every day
I daydream of the plague
It's gonna come to fruition