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)