Divination - Defeater

I walk in shadows and darkness

I feel the feel of the sand

My words are calloused and poisoned

Easy work, the more idle the hand

Cover my tracks with a pulpit

The back alley’s my arms

My veins are thinning in poisons

Lying tongues in mouths of snakes, guile charm

I feel the feel of the sand

I feel the feel of the sin

I feel the feel of the sand

I feel the feel

Breathe addiction and darkness

I feel the smoke in my lungs

My words are venom and poisoned

All lies except when speaking of love

Cover my ears to the ringing

To the memories and pain

Her voice like singing of sirens

Drown myself among the rocks and the waves

I feel the feel of the sand

My veins, the touch of her hands

I feel the feel of the sin

The acid touch of her hand

I feel the feel of the sand

My veins, the touch of her hands

I feel the feel of the sin

I feel the feel

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 with a pulpit

The back alley’s my arms

My veins are thinning in poison

Lying tongues in mouths of snakes, guile charm

I feel the feel of the sand

Pray to the dirt for repent

I feel the feel of the sin

My veins, the touch of her hands