Like the pills in your hand I'll never let you down
And like the bugs in your bed under my skin now
Devouring all that's left of me
In the palm of your hand's a resting place
All the guilt in the land is resting on me
And we're crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves
And we're wishing to break this never ending spell
Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven
Give us back our sins, deadly one through seven
Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes
Grind us down to dust, we'll never trust in anything we're told
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