I walk in shadows and darkness I feel the feel of the sand My words are calloused and poisoned Easy work, the more idle the hand
Cover my tracks to the pulpit The back alleys, my arms My veins are thinning and poisoned Lying tongues in mouths of snakes, guile charm
I feel the feel of the sand I feel the feel of the sin I feel the feel of the sand I feel the feel
Breathe addiction and darkness I feel the smoke in my lungs My lips spit venom and poison All lies except when speaking of love
Cover my ears to the ringing To the memories and pain Her voice ,like the singing of sirens Drown myself among the rocks and the waves
I feel the feel of the sand My veins, the touch of her hands I feel the feel of the sin The acid touch of her hand I feel the feel of the sand My veins, the touch of her hands I feel the feel of the sin I feel the feel
In my hour of darkness I feel the feel of the sin My wounds are calloused and poisoned Easy work, the more idle the hand Cover my tracks to a pulpit The back alleys, my arms My veins are thinning and poisoned Lying tongues in mouths of snakes, guile charm
I feel the feel of the sand Pray to the dirt for repent I feel the feel of the sin My veins, the touch of her hands