Devil, you called again

Slept in my faults again

And I recall your hands

I recall your hands

And devil, you called for me

In the love in the faces of these people and places and you

Haunt the spaces in between

Am I dead, am I numb, am I asleep?

And regarding your many-fold face

I see you, cannibal, you, you gave to take and I

Hold on all sides, my soul is marked

By the shards of the jar where I kept all my scars

So I patchworked reasons I've been tiding

Lots of tearfulness and lots of sighing but

My hands, my hands, weren't made for praying

So I swallow these tears I've been crying