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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