Entity

The feeling is cool on my skin
The hands turn my shoulders
They turn me around
It follows me, calls behind
It follows me, like breath, and footsteps down halls

The cancer grows within her
Infecting the child's mind
The poison courses through her
And seeps in the jealous kind

Run toward me, run
Hurry toward me, run
Run toward me, run
Hurry toward me, run

Stricken, smitten, and unafflicted
Yes, my soul, 'tis he, 'tis he!
Beware o sinful land beware
Sorer judgements are at hand

They loved us into death
They Loved us into death
They loved us into death
They loved us into death
(The feeling is cool on my skin)
(The hands turn my shoulders)
(They turn me around)
Into death
(It follows me, calls behind)
(It follows me, like breath, and footsteps down halls)