"Communion" lyrics

A salt circle of human hands
A viewpoint at the center
It's protection, it is gory
Their differences blur over like a doppelgänger's wry
In spiteful curse

Cut from the tendons taut
That wine
The still unweaving story
They have held me
Some were patient
But as the knife come down, the curdled truth reveals
That all of them are yours

I stare over this butcher's wall
Into the shadows hiding in the corner
This room was not as dark ten seconds ago
My shoulders drop, my knees lock
Gaze unflinching pointing forward
And I know

Communing with the beast
These questions seem unending

Were there others? Were they after?
Are they safe? Could you have ever been deterred?
And when your mother died, is this how she would dream you'd honour her?
Do you remember me? Or am I just a piece upon the board?
Woah oh woah oh

This game won't ever stop
And I'm so tired of playing so
Oh, what is the cost that I will be paying
For communing with the beast?

Oh, I can't trust my memories, no
I can't trust my memories, no
I can't trust my memories anymore