كلمات Psalm

My body's been altared Drawn and quartered A shower-the shower saved me Saved me cut me bled me Dead me, I would've been Like as if it could've been Oh, it never should've been But why, I don't know On the darkness, of the depth And the blood and the body Oh so badly shaken up Like nothing I ever And never you know I cannot, I can't Just give me some water to drown myself clean Like I never have been But I am I cared and I stared And I melted and cracked And I never felt stronger than this I swear If I could I would blaspheme my way to you Just give me the courage and the glossary Let me turn my own words against me And perish in the process Let my obsolescence blossom and propagate Until every inkling of me passes away Passes along, passes on