Текст песни Evening Arms - END

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
Hide me from the heaven in your chest
"I, I am entrusted in the Lord not against"
"I thought I did that, during the church"
"Took communing, everything that"
"It didn't take to help in and were getting worse"
"Well, I had one since it getting worse"
"Since I came in the hospital"
"I have this awful vision that I was more getting better"
"Why did you say the devil is in you?"
"Where is he?"
"Well, I don't know where about the fraction about the pirates in me"
"How do you what it's name?"
"Well, I have a vision, in heaven from hell out of nowhere"
"My 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 that has..."
"Oh, not the same, oh, it's too late, it's too late"