God -

All the inside’s moving parts

Feeble makings

The church closed, that I stole

I do it for you God

Now he sees me

All dirty, muddy, I clean my cuts

And then I go home

In my ears I hear the call, my heart is racing

They want my arms to cut them off and use my blood for painting

Now he sees me

All dirty, muddy, I clean my cuts

And then I go home