My heart's a cold and stony place,
I burn the bones of saints in my fireplace.
Hey preacher man get out of my face,
I don't need God's love, I don't need God's grace
I'm there in your room when you turn out the light,
I watch you sleep, I watch all night.
Maybe I'll never harm you or maybe I might,
I hear these voices and they're always right.
All the clocks have stopped but I'm a thousand years old,
My mind's white-hot though my flesh is cold,
There's a map of hell scratched into my soul,
There's a rage in me I can't control
I'm watching over you in everything you do,
There's just no other way life could ever be,
Every move you make you make for me
I burn the bones of saints in my fireplace.
Hey preacher man get out of my face,
I don't need God's love, I don't need God's grace
I watch you sleep, I watch all night.
Maybe I'll never harm you or maybe I might,
I hear these voices and they're always right.
My mind's white-hot though my flesh is cold,
There's a map of hell scratched into my soul,
There's a rage in me I can't control
There's just no other way life could ever be,
Every move you make you make for me
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