Dust and Doubt

You are the devastator of desire You are a captivator and a liar You hang on my conscience till I am shrouded in your shame You hang on my conscience till I am worthy of the blame Get out, get out You curse my days with drought Get out, get out I curse your dust and doubt You are the cultivator of control You are the suffocator of my soul Get out, get out You curse my days with drought Get out, get out I curse your dust and doubt I shed my skin, there is a hunger underneath I'm cold but I'm clean, clean of your doubt and disbelief I am your incubator, on you've grown I am my liberator, I and I alone Get out, get out You curse my days with drought Get out, get out I curse your dust and doubt I shed my skin, there is a hunger underneath I'm cold but I'm clean, clean of your doubt and disbelief I shed my skin, there is a hunger underneath And I am cold but I'm clean, clean of your doubt and disbelief