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 its easy
Too easy for the living
To receive the promised land
Can flesh provide the answer
The reason for sensation
Justify your hand Place your hand, my body will decide
Place your hand, my anger will subside