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 
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