you are not yourself, there is someone else inside.
backed into a corner, nowhere to run or hide.
its for your own good emily, we have to tie you to the bed.
and get this monster out of you, before you end up dead.
this tortured soul you speak to makes you evil and corrupt.
like a volcano laying dormant, just waiting to erupt.
the spirit inside you makes you want to kill.
i ask you emily, how much more blood will you spill?
the holy water i sprinkle, burns on to your skin.
your body twists and writhes as I wash your hands of sin ....