Divination

I walk in shadows and darkness

I feel the feel of the sand

My words are calloused and poisoned

Cover my tracks with a pulpit

The back alley's my arms

My veins are thinning in poisons

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 words are venom and poisoned

All lines except when speaking of love

Cover my ears to the ringing

To the memories and pain

Her voice like 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

I need my hour of darkness

I feel the feel of the sin

My wounds are calloused and poisoned

Right overhead

Cover my tracks with a pulpit

The back alley's my arms

My veins are thinning in poison

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