Temple Of Thieves - In The Garden (Collecting Souls) lyrics

Sitting in-between the black and white Part of him is in the gray, the angel's on his way Giving up for small amounts of pain; your sense, it multiplies It's reaching out to claim it's rightful grave Take my hand... I'll bring you home... Riding on the edge of sanity Playing with a cigarette next to the gasoline Never stopped to pay attention to the common sense direction Ignorance, gone up with you it seems Take my hand, take my hand Oh I'll bring you home... Take my hand, take my hand I'll bring you - Time to bring you in to me And take away the agony Resolve you from the dead who would bury you with lies Faced with all the suffering Through the door and back again Pull you from the common and the sh** you call 'Your life' And I'm standing Right in the open here And it's freezing Stealing the life of All that is breathing Created order For things to see Pleasure You're just another Trophy of mine Take my hand... I'll bring you home... Things are never really what they seem A broken line is on the phone and no one heard his scream Don't have much to do, sorry Offer this alternative to you Take my hand, take my hand I'll bring you home... Time to bring you in to me And take away the agony Resolve you from the dead who would bury you with lies Faced with all the suffering Through the door and back again Pull you from the common and the sh** you call 'Your life' And I'm standing Right in the open here And it's freezing Stealing the life of All that is breathing Created order For things to see Pleasure You're just another Trophy of mine God help you die Alive... Oh things are never really what they seem Life into me, it is never ending And it's dying off, into the misery And as often as you tell it to me 'Let God help you die'