It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
You know it hurt me,
But I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
Even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound,
My head down, my eyes closed,
And my throat wide open.

Do unto others what has been done to you

I'm treading water,
I need to sleep a while.
My lamb and martyre, you look so precious.
Won't [bad word] a bit closer,
Close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this,
I can't stand to burn too long.
Released in this sodomy.
For one sweet moment I am whole.

Do unto you now what has been done to me.

You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
Even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Won't [bad word] just a bit closer,
Close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this.
I need this to make me whole.
There's release in this sodomy.
For I am your witness that
Blood and flesh can be [bad word] 
And only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind.

Got your hands bound, your head down,
Your eyes closed.
You look so precious now.

I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
 [bad word] blood and [bad word] on my hands.

 [bad word] round full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon.
You look so precious.