I've an image in my pocket Of some dark demon That temptation brought to life And it chokes all of my breath out I'm scratching and screaming' 'til morning comes to night
Place your hand My body will decide Place your hand My anger will subside
There are fragments of possessions Shards of past relations Splintering my skin A fear so black and hollow It can suffocate creation And refuse to let you in
Place your hand My body will decide Place your hand My anger will subside
And they speak to me like prophets in my dreams Speak to me like prophets in my dreams Shouting like prophets in my dreams
Sometimes I think it's easy Too easy for the living To receive the promised land Can flesh provide the answer The reaction for sensation Justify your hand
Place your hand My body will decide Place your hand My anger will subside
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