You think you know just what I’ll do
You think you know what I’ve been through
Caught between a holy fool and throwing a finger to the rule
My shirt is buttoned to my chin
The pew is worn where I sit
He speaks to you but ignores me
A phantom moving in the trees
The less you know
You can’t be exposed
All these rumors flying round
I’m guaranteed to let you down
Instinct moans, demands to be fed
Got these Violent dreams tearing through my head
It’s always dark when I leave the house
The beast inside is coming out
These romantic notions lead to nothing
A step to my self-destruction
It’s a hymn that comes up from the dirt
Something that was there before man’s birth
The less she knows
Can’t be exposed
And I will keep this fire hid
They can’t know what I did
And can you hear it?
Or do you feel it?
Calling, out in pain
Calling, in your name
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