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 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 dead no one could sell them 

Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes 

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