Из альбома: Tragedy and Weeds
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