[bad word] to me my [bad word] into my [bad word] inside my love, walls are bare but it's warmer

I'm afraid of the things I just can't stand
I'm afraid of the blood that's on my hands [bad word] to me my love, your lips so dry and [bad word] and we [bad word] Among the names we bury

I'm afraid of some Peter's marching band (?!)
I'm afraid of the blood that's on my hands [bad word] to me, down low
When you're here, I would feel so lonely [bad word] to me [bad word] down from your tree
Cause I will learn to forget you

I'm afraid of the things my hands have done
I'm afraid my redemption's song's been sung

I'm sorry my love....