The temple of my familiar
holds the things that I have done
Golden plated memories of traditions
passed from fathers down to sons
Is ther reparation still
unpaid for wars we've waged
Give me all the punishment
from undirected anger you have saved
I am not your martyr or
an icon of the truth
The badge I am bearing wears
the stains that I have carried from my youth
Daddy I don't want to know
forgiveness for my sins
Take the salt that's on your heart,
your hands will find my wounds and rub it...
...In the flesh of
...Bleed it out of
...Burn the life from
Take my blood...Take my body and
Sacrifice me
Play Christ to me...
Pray Christ through me...
Christ woo me...