Terror in the Canyons (The Wounded Master)

I could be the tiger, I could be the snake I could be the fire, I could be the lake I could be the sky bird, waiting on the wind I could be the devil waiting to begin See I was the wounded master and I was the slave My hands in my mouths are hungry was caught in the rain And I was the holy lion and I was the cage And I was the leading actor and I was the stage Now you're telling me my heart's safe And I'm telling you I know You're telling me lean in and I'm telling you to go Not so sorry for the heartbreak but for each season left unblessed A new terror in the canyon, a new tear in our chest And I could be the terror and or I could be the place I could be forever or just a couple days I could be the morning that breaks upon your skin I could be the devil and do it all again See I was the wounded master and I was the slave My hands in my mouths are hungry was caught in the rain See I was the holy lion and I was the cage And I was the leading actor and I was the stage Oh 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 terror in the canyons The new terror in our chests --- Terror in the Canyons (The Wounded Master) - Phosphorescent