Demon Limbs

Oh, I know
I can feel the shifting in my bones
Enclosed are senses so unknown
I’ve been changing, falling, fading
There’s demons at the door patiently waiting
But I wasn’t composed of broken bones or demon limbs
So please watch over me and be the light to carry me
Please be the light, please be the light that carries me
I can feel it being torn from my hands; my innocence
This change is all so permanent
Can’t you see the change in me?
I said it’s all so permanent
There’s no placement
No arrangement
Of words that I could say to keep these changes away
But I wasn’t composed of broken bones or demon limbs
So please watch over me and be the light to carry me
And this world is a masterpiece
A canvas sheet accountable for such losses
Shout out to the artist who took his heart and his soul
And lost them both in the process
If it gets hold of me
Please be the saint to save me (be the saint to save me)
So please watch over me (please watch over me)
And be the light to carry me
If it gets hold of me
Please be the saint to save me (be the saint to save me)
So please watch over me (please watch over me)
And be the light to carry me