You are the devastator of desire
You are a captivator and a liar
You hang on my conscience till I am shrouded in your shame
You hang on my conscience till I am worthy of the blame
Get out, get out
You curse my days with drought
Get out, get out
I curse your dust and doubt
You are the cultivator of control
You are the suffocator of my soul
Get out, get out
You curse my days with drought
Get out, get out
I curse your dust and doubt
I shed my skin, there is a hunger underneath
I'm cold but I'm clean, clean of your doubt and disbelief
I am your incubator, on you've grown
I am my liberator, I and I alone
Get out, get out
You curse my days with drought
Get out, get out
I curse your dust and doubt
I shed my skin, there is a hunger underneath
I'm cold but I'm clean, clean of your doubt and disbelief
I shed my skin, there is a hunger underneath
And I am cold but I'm clean, clean of your doubt and disbelief