Evening Arms

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