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
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 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