Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down    And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now    Devouring all that's left of me    Devouring all that's left of me       In the palm of your hand, a resting place    All the guilt in the land resting on me    And we're crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves    And we're wishing to break this neverending spell       Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven    Give us back our sins, the deadly one through seven   Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes    Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told       Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down    And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now    They're devouring all that's left of me    Yeah they're devouring all that's left of me       Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven    Give us back our sins, the deadly one through seven   Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes    Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told.