You arms are many
 and reaching for
 and through your finger tips
 I feel your heart

 Your eyes are piercing 
 and seeing all
 and through your tears
 my soul is calmed

 your skin is sallow
 and clad with blood
 and through the smoke 
 [bad word] to call

 your tongue is red
 and speaks of thorns
 and through your spit
 I am reborn

 your neck is hung
 with a wreath of skulls
 and through their mouths
 I sing your praise

 your [bad word] is wet
 and hurts yourself
 and through your peak
 I die the death