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
Till morning comes to night
CHORUS:
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
(CHORUS)
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 reason for sensation
Justify your hand
(CHORUS)
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