
Yes, I know of the hand and feet issues. <p>
<div style="text-align:center">Spilling black and red down the drain
It's not rain
But blood and ink, the same I shed
When paused to think
Through days smeared across the ghosts
Of futures unrequited
Takes hosts of angels to lift my arm
Raised to Heaven through unlighted leagues of void
Weary, paranoid, solitary, secondary
Sadistic, holistic, virtuoso
Trembolo, piccolo, crescendo...
And I die. Only to find I can cry again. </div></p>