Keeping something in your pocket My picture wrapped in black thread You're keeping something in your pocket I feel us slowly moving backwards Until we're digging up the dead I'll scratch the truth across your coffin I want you out of my head Get out of my mind, get out of my life If the whole night you spit in my eyes If my whole life, you severed my ties I would thank you for all the attention I would thank you for being so kind But you're not the prophet I was promised You're just blood wrapped in dirty skin Get out of my mind Keeping something in my pocket Keeping something in my head I'm keeping something in my pocket I want you out of my head