Evening Arms Lyrics

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 lives in a hail of bullets raining from above

Hide me from the heaven in your chest