The Old Religion (Chamber Version)

And the old religion

Humming in your veins

Some animal instinct starting up again

And I am wound so tightly

I hardly even breathe

You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release

So tired of being careful

So tired of being still

Give me something I can crush

Something I can kill

A lightning strike

A fallen tree

And I'm afraid

Oh don't let it find me

But you can't outrun

Yourself you see

And I'm powerless

Oh don't remind me

And it's the old religion

But the urge remains the same

Freedom from the body

Freedom from the pain

And it's your troubled hero

Back for season six

When it's at its darkest, it's my favourite bit

And I am wound so tightly

I hardly even breathe

You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release

Watch me crawl on hands and knees

And scratch at the door of heaven

A lightning strike

A fallen tree

And I'm afraid

Oh don't let it find me

But you can't outrun

Yourself you see

And I'm powerless

I know, don't remind me

A lightning strike

A fallen tree

And I'm afraid

Oh don't let it find me

But you can't outrun

Yourself you see

And I'm powerless

Oh don't remind me