Honest and open, I'm held in your hands. In my head and my chest there's a burning duress.

I'm a child at home. and I'm safe and I know; "Is it heaven before your throne?"

Left and unopened. I'm presently hoping this gift is accepted by you.

Graves unfold. How could this happen so soon?

It's killing blow and it covers you. It's your sacred cow and it spits on you.

take a minute now and collect yourself. Is it worth all that you owe?

Hopeless romantic. Beckoning death bed. A new-age method. Comforting poison.

It's coming down. He's coming down.

Honest and open, I'm held in your hands. In my head and my chest there's a burning duress.

I'm a child at home. and I'm safe and I know; "Is it heaven before your throne?"