Open Hand

In the ring of my need
God looks down on me
The seat of my troubles
The sorrow all over me

This insanity
This intensity
This world just ain't for me

But the blood of the lamb
And his open hand
Puts my heart at ease
Gives my mind relief
As I try to forget
The sorrow and the loneliness.

Sensations of touch
Creates a man of lust
And diminishes him
To dust.

And my fantasies
Are put to rest
Fading, into nothingness.


But the blood of the lamb
And his open hand
Puts my heart at ease
Gives my mind relief
As I try to forget
The sorrow and the loneliness.
As I try to forget.