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 [bad word] beneath it, falling beside ourselves 
And we're wishing to break this neverending spell 

Send us back to [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] in anything we're told.