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

Devouring all that''s left of me



In the palm of your hand, a resting place

All the guilt in the land resting on me

And we''re crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves

And we''re wishing to break this neverending spell



Send us back to hell, we''ve had our fill of heaven

Give us back our sins, the deadly one through seven

Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes

Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we''re told



Like the pills in your hand, I''ll never let you down

And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now

They''re devouring all that''s left of me

Yeah they''re devouring all that''s left of me



Send us back to hell, we''ve had our fill of heaven

Give us back our sins, the deadly one through seven

Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes

Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we''re told.