Nothing In My Hands

Unveiling Injustice: Filter's Cry for Freedom in 'Nothing In My Hands'
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Lyrics

I know what you're thinking

I understand your thoughts

It’s not what you want

The situation is not as you desire

I know what you're thinking

Reiteration of understanding your thoughts

And it’s not what you want

Reiteration that it's not what you desire


They’ve taken your freedom

External forces have deprived you of freedom

And they give it away

They take away freedom and distribute it

They’ve taken your freedom

Reiteration of the loss of freedom

And they give it away your justice is dead

Your justice system is non-existent

Your justice is dead your justice is dead

Repetition emphasizing the absence of justice

Your justice is dead

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There’s nothing in my hands

The speaker has nothing tangible to offer or control

I told you, just what I got

Confirmation of the speaker's limited resources

There’s nothing in my hands

Reiteration of having nothing substantial

I told you, just what I got

Reaffirmation of the speaker's lack of possessions


We know what you're thinking

Awareness of what someone else is thinking

It’s not what you need

The situation is not in alignment with what is needed

We know what you're thinking

Reiteration of understanding another's thoughts

We know what makes you bleed

Awareness of what causes pain or suffering


They’ve taken our freedom

Collective loss of freedom by a group

And they give it away

Freedom is taken away and distributed

They’ve taken our freedom

Repetition of the collective loss of freedom

And they give it away your justice is dead

Justice system is nonexistent for the collective

Your justice is dead your justice is dead

Emphasis on the absence of justice for the group

Your justice is dead

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There’s nothing in my hands

The speaker has nothing tangible to offer or control

I told you, just what I got

Confirmation of the speaker's limited resources

There’s nothing in my hands

Reiteration of having nothing substantial

I told you, just what I got

Reaffirmation of the speaker's lack of possessions


Face down on the ground

Repetition of being physically subdued or defeated

Face down on the ground

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Face down on the ground

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Face down on the ground

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Face down on the ground

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Face down on the ground

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Face down on the ground

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Face down on the ground

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There’s nothing in my hands

The speaker has nothing tangible to offer or control

I told you, just what I got

Confirmation of the speaker's limited resources

There’s nothing in my hands

Reiteration of having nothing substantial

I told you, just what I got

Reaffirmation of the speaker's lack of possessions

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