Terror In the Canyons - Live

I could be the tiger, I could be the snake,
 I could be the fire, I could be the lake,
 I could be the sky-bird waiting on the wind,
 I could be the devil waiting to begin.
 See, I was the wounded master, oh then I was the slave,
 My hands and my mouth, aw honey, they would not behave,
 See, I was the holy writer then I was the page,
 I was the bleeding actor then I was the stage.
 But now you're telling me my heart's sick,
 And I'm telling you I know,
 And you're telling me you're leaving,
 And I'm telling you to go,
 And I'm not so sorry for the heart-wreck,
 But for each season left unblessed,
 The new terror in the canyons,
 The new terror in our chests.
 I could be the tether, I could be the place,
 I could be forever or just a couple days,
 I could be the morning that breaks upon your skin,
 I could be the devil and do it all again.
 See, I was the wounded master then I was the slave,
 My hands and my mouth, aw honey, they was caught in a rage,
 See, I was the holy lion then I was the cage,
 I was the bleeding actor then I was the stage.
 O but now you're telling me my heart's sick,
 And I'm telling you I know,
 And you're telling me you're leaving,
 And I'm telling you to go,
 And I'm not so sorry for the heart-wreck,
 But for each season left unblessed,
 The new terror in the canyons,
 The new terror in our chests.