A Hand to Take Hold of the Scene

I'm the band in a show
Bout a man holding hands with his wife
On a therapist couch with his face to the ground
After fucking around countless nightsAnd there's this one episode
Close-up cameras were showing him crying
His red head and his red eyesI'm the band in a show
Bout a boy being buried alive
From his head to his toes by a criminal
But with a sensitive soul, with a set of raccoon eyesAnd there's this scene in the show
When a hustler knows he's gonna die
The ground opens and he climbs insideAnd as he speaks his last line
A thought falls from his mind
And I pick it up and write it through the TV
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene?I'm a man in a dream
And they're dancing in front of my eyes
Is the queen informed of the flaws
With the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her spineShe rises up like a young group from a heart
Like a claw splits apart like a jaw, like an eye
And she asks me with a sighWe were so far from right
We were using the fight
We were letting the light weaken it's beam
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene?I wanted to smile like a glistening shot of a kiss
That's as sharp as a knife, the day expires
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips [Incomprehensible]
But this gets inside
I lift them up to you, I'd like to bear witness toOur life that is fine
And is filling the cryingest eyes
Gracing each face that is making the waste
That is broken as one's fairly flyLove that is in us
Of that ol' cynical covetest, cancerous vibe
And a beauty that annihilates all lifeLike it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight
Like a sign that should [Incomprehensible] you strong
When the doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight
And my dream will just sweep you alongWhen all the fires are fanned
We'll shout you our plans
We're too weak to stand on our two feet
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene?