Terror In The Canyons (The Wounded Master) (Live at St. Pancras Church)

I could be the tiger
Or I could be the snake
Or I could be the fire
Or I could be the lake
Or I could be the sky bird
Waiting on the wind
Or I could be the devil
Waiting to begin

But I was the wounded master
Then I was the slave
My hands and my mouth, oh honey
They would not behave
See, I was the holy writer
Then I was the page
Then I was the bleeding actor
Then I was the stage

But now you're telling me my heart's sick
And I'm telling you I know
And you're telling me you're leaving
Hey, and I'm telling you to go
And I'm not so sorry for the heart wreck
But for each season left unblessed
The new tear in the canyon
A new tear in our chest

I could be the tether
Or I could be the place
Or I could be forever
Or just a couple days
Or I could be this morning
That breaks upon your skin
Or I could be the devil
And do it all again

But I was the wounded master
Then I was the slave
My hands and my mouth, oh honey
They was caught in a rage
See, I was the wounded lion
Then I was the cage
Then I was the bleeding actor
Then I was the stage

But now you're telling me my heart's sick
And I'm telling you I know
And you're telling me you're leaving
And I'm telling you to go
And I'm not so sorry for the heart wreck
But for each season left unblessed
The new tear in the canyon
The new tear in our chest