Take me down to the riverbed
Clean the sheets on which I've bled
Four white horses come for me
There's no way to comfort me
Soak my secrets in a box
Bury them beneath the rocks
Dressed in dirt you cover me
Hope he won't discover me
Watch my body turning cold
Watch my body let me go
Tell the truth , kill the tracks
There will be no coming back
Pretend that we don't have a past
Let this friendship die at last
Watch my body turning cold
Watch my body let me go
Religion is relationships
What you see is what you get
Slipping through unconciousness
My metamorphosis
Arms, hands, see her with her imperfections
Bones, skin, resurrection is her sin
Arms, hands, see me with my imperfections
Bones, skin, resurrection is my sin
Think of me and close your eyes
Use up all your alibis
Drink yourself to my last breath
Tell them all about my death
Murder me with all your lies
But I am still alive
Promise that you will forget,
I'll remember all of it
Religion is relationships
What you see is what you get
Slipping through unconciousness
My metamorphosis
All sensation has now left me
Save that which keeps my heart still beating.