You who come to possess me
you are the evil in me made flesh
the scent of the sins
that we breathe, exiled soul.
Get out of me, mark yourself
with heresy.
Believing that I was approaching God
I burnt with a thousand fires.
You who come to lie down
leave my faith o possess me.
I don't know what to think
are you the devil or nothing but an idea?
Get out of me, mark yourself
with heresy.
Believing that I was approaching God
I burnt with a thousand fires.
Oh run away, save me
I fell short.
In wanting to appeal to God,
I saw hell with my eyes.
Letting myself be taken by your game
I have surely, all things considered, his eyes.