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 reason for sensation   Justify your hand      Place your hand, my body will decide   Place your hand, my anger will subside