Slashing Worry

you want to take a foot hold in my life?
well I'll spit on your feet and hope it burns through
because this isn't a place for you
I want to be so filled that you'll be able to spot me,
steer clear from me a mile off, three thousand miles,
no, 250 thousand miles off, and sit on the dark side of the moon
so no one would ever be able to get another glimpse at you

She's a gift, there's no way I'm letting you steal her from me,
we've made it too far, He's guided us through time,
and here we are, the eve of our reunite,
and you want to drive a wedge between us like a chasm,
Want to make a joke about? switched it up, jokes on you,
I already know the game you'll play, bury me you in your slaves,
because you know one just won't do it.

First one that hits me, I'll open my arms and embrace the fear and let Him burn it up,
Second one that hits me, I'll fall to my knees and cast it out in his name,
Third that comes, my hands will dig themselves into the word and be thrown at you.

I hope you get the hint.
You're not taking her from me,
for as our love flourishes,
you'll be cast out again,
night, night.