Where are you wounded girls with
bruised faces and blackened eyes?
Break open your glass doors
and welcome the whirling debris.
Carve your name there
in the marble and concrete.
Kill idiot violence,
punish greed, punish me.
Run naked through the streets
stabbing bloody eyes and scream.
I pray for you murderous;
I pray for you well-honed and clean.
I pray for you any way
your violent nature needs you to be.
and I, I praise your name.
I praise your name.
I praise the taste of the word on your lips
and I praise your righteous, rising hate.
I praise your soft lips,
and I praise your revenge.
I praise your tenderness and your skin,
and I praise your pure uncorruptible pain.
I praise your name.
I praise your name.
I praise your name,
and I praise your name.
I like you like that
lying there on your side.
I praise the scars on your body
and I praise your black, mirrored eyes.
I praise your name.
I praise your name.
I praise your name.
I praise your name.
You're glorious.
Glory, glorious.
Glory, glorious.
So rise above the garbage;
leave me where I fall.
Rise above the wreckage,
kill anything that walks.