I've an image in my pocket 
Of some dark demon 
That temptation brought to life 
And it chokes all of my breath out 
I'm scratching and screaming' 
'Til morning comes to night

Place your hand 
My body will decide 
Place your hand 
My anger will subside

There are fragments of possessions 
Shards of past relations 
Splintering my skin 
A fear so black and hollow 
It can suffocate creation 
And refuse to let you in

Place your hand 
My body will decide 
Place your hand 
My anger will subside

And they speak to me like prophets in my dreams 
Speak to me like prophets in my dreams 
Shouting like prophets in my dreams

Sometimes I think it's easy 
Too easy for the living 
To receive the promised land 
Can flesh provide the answer 
The reaction for sensation 
Justify your hand

Place your hand 
My body will decide 
Place your hand 
My anger will subside