Gerasene

I've been fighting myself
Hypochondriatic spells
Feeling paranoia
Altogether unwell

I've been hiding myself
In the tombs is where I dwell
Weighed down by my chains
But they fit me so well

Give me space
Keep yourself safe
If you get too close
I might push you away

Yeah keep me safe
Give yourself space
If you get too close
You might want to embrace

My hiding is hiding
My deepest desire
For you to come and find me
And call out the liar

Could you find me
Inside this shell?
I'm a shattered glass
Could you make me well?

Yeah, could you find me
In the depths of hell?
Could you tell me
All will be well?

You came and found me
Came to the tomb where I dwell
Shone a torch into the darkness
Took my hand and you said "all will be well"



Credits
Writer(s): Schuyler Kitchin
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