I walk in shadows and darkness

I feel the fill of the sand

My words are calloused and poisoned

Easy work, the more idle the hand

Cover my tracks to the pulpit

The back alley's my arms

My veins are thinning and poisoned

Lying tongues in mouths of snakes, guile charm

I feel the fill of the sand

I feel the fill of the sin

I feel the fill of the sand

I feel the fill

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 fill of the sand

My veins, the touch of her hand

I feel the fill of the sin

The ash, the touch of her hand

I feel the fill of the sand

My veins, the touch of her hands

I feel the fill of the sin

I feel the fill

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 pulpit

The back alley's my arms

My veins are thinning in poison

Lying tongues in mouths of snakes, guile charm

I feel the fill of the sand

I Pray to dirt, folded hands

I feel the fill of the sin

My veins, the touch of her hands