| You’re at the back of my mind
|
| On the inside of my eyes
|
| And when I drift off at night
|
| I see you in my sleep
|
| A familiar foreign tongue
|
| «Wash your hands clean and follow the Son»
|
| Shelter your flock from the wolf
|
| I see your fire in his eyes
|
| Relentless, burning brighter than the sun
|
| Unyielding, boring through my skull
|
| Judge and jury
|
| Ignore the witness
|
| Judge and jury
|
| Just tie the noose
|
| You’re at the back of my mind
|
| On the inside of my eyes
|
| And when I drift off at night
|
| I see you in my sleep
|
| Lead them not into temptation
|
| But deliver them from singularity
|
| Twisted words and broken wrists
|
| Framing a heart to your liking
|
| Birthed in your eyes
|
| Was a fire I thought extinguished
|
| By years of failing paragons
|
| And numbing unfulfillment
|
| I’ll bathe in your flames
|
| Every ounce of pain will be worth it’s weight
|
| Fall on the blade
|
| Impale myself
|
| Absorb the blame
|
| Turn my insides out
|
| Head weighed down by fruitless thoughts
|
| Rewrite this chapter, turn back the clock
|
| I fear my neck will snap under the weight
|
| Before I reach the gallows
|
| Cut in half and left to bleed
|
| Bare your white knuckles and mend with me
|
| You’re at the back of my mind
|
| On the inside of my eyes
|
| And when I drift off at night
|
| I see you in my sleep |