Healing time, feeling the feeling. And little thoughts of you, hang from the ceiling. Underneath Youre Arms is Where I Belong. I want Sweet Devotion. Now you face youre kind, k**ing the k**er. You brook the offense, what youve done is forever. Underneath Youre Arms is Where I Belong. I want Sweet Devotion. Now you choke on your code of submissions, and drown when you shut the f** up. Ill be there when you burn. All these thoughts as they hang from the ceiling, theyre not of love. Its all I want. Sweet Devotion. Push me over the edge