You sent for me to punish me
But I'm not yours to save
I never asked for the answer you gave
Are you trying to find
Something pure, something fragile?
Your hopes are stiff with filth

I refuse all gifts
For yours are scented with envy
Go take refuge in the fields
Go nurse your longing in darkness

Are you hoping to find
Something [bad word]  something sacred

Your hopes are stiff with filth

You admire the lions
You despise all sheep
But following lions
Makes nothing but sheep

You are all bending in the wind