Barren

I can hear your heartbeat from a mile away
And I can hear the fear in every trembling word you say
I can smell the blood that’s pulsing through your veins
And I will not stop until the last of it is drained

I can break apart the bonds that hold your bones in place
And I can pull you down from the broken pillar you call grace
I can resuscitate you from a pile of blood and guts
And I can heal every single wound, burn or cut

I can tell you secrets, I can secretly feed you lies
And I can predict the day of your forthcoming demise
I can teach you love, or I could tutor you to hate
Well met, my name is circumstance, but you may call me fate