In eyes I'm so ugly, a filthy name for a nipple'd truth, give my guts a cross to rest where my blood couldn't change the earth it pulls me down, it pulls me down, give a kiss fill this hole, I'm god I guess. Over me, here to hang my idle faith crucifix on (or) dirt, want for love leaves me lonely (to) face an eye that I've turned inward, it pulls me down, pulls me down give a kiss fill this hole, I'm god.