Begging to be hurt Barbed wire rosaries as chains Pressed against my throat A void ever expanding under insincerity Avoiding evening arms and their embrace Drawing a will to live from hollow promises Stiff enough to coax the dead from fever dreams Hide me from the heaven in your chest Disguise myself as all I am to be Wrapped in impure images to keep me clean Slicing through masks with fragile fragments collected at my feet But still unfit to serve as mirrors Begging to be hurt Barbed wire rosaries as chains pressed against my throat Hiding from the heaven in your chest Hide me from the heaven in your chest Walking in circles until one of us is dead Disguise myself as all I aim to be Emotionless and rid of ammunition Waters parting in the shape of both our names Outlining lives in a hail of bullets raining from above Outlining bullets raining from above ♪ Hide me from the heaven in your chest I, I haven't trust in the Lord, nothin' against him I thought I did that, during the church and all Took communion, everything but It didn't seem to help me and we were getting worse Well, I don't see how it could get worse Since I came in the hospital I had this awful vision that I wasn't going to get better Why do you say the devil is in you? Where is he? Well, I don't know where about the fraction of a part is in me How do you what his name is? Well, I had a vision, in heaven, from hell, I don't know where A vision telling me, doctor have mercy upon my soul He can, doctor, doctor I want to tell you once, yeah I can help you be between (Again?) It's the same treatment as before Oh, not the same, oh, it's too late, it's too late