Dead Hands & A Living Will

No man's an island
Nothing is free
That face in the mirror
It's not really me
These idle words scrawled on the paper
Bare little meaning without a cipher
As Dead Hands try to reach out, take mine
And make my next move for me
I can't cave to them
Though I want to just a little when I'm weak
As they pull against
My living will
Phased like the moon
High in the branches when I come home
Key turns the lock
Pale world explodes
Enter the realest world I've ever known
I am home