Cut my wings away
I cannot see
These vile things
Trampled desires...
Fakes of relief
Mistakes of belief
Whatever it may give...
And nothing remains...
Rusty nails choose my destiny
Make me pure and stainless
I give myself away for
Crucifixion without regret
Before images made of stone
Before bodies made of wax
I'll leave this world behind
Humiliated and impaled...
Quicksilver tears... down...
Punishment for me... now...
Forgiveness or lashes... strife...
What is between me and ashes... life...?
Obedience until a probable end
Is so necessary...
Make me sob
If I deserve to suffer alone
If I am a bringer of suffering...