Bury me with a sword with a chain and ache 
I'm alive with the flyers with the flames at stake 
To be gone in a thought that's arranged by you 
To be formed by a shape that's innate of you 

I will wake from the rain from the light of you 
Take a knife to my chest I'm alive by you, 

Ooo... My witness 

Make the fall 
Take the fire  [bad word] the law, nicely 
Tint it all with desire 
Shape the form I see 

I'm alive with a knife, with a wife in me 
I'm a crane looking out at the hypocrisy 

Ooo... My witness 

Take the sting from the sky! 
Make their love in an eye! 

Take your wars of your faiths 
of your bitterness please 
Take your wars of your faith, 
of your ignorance and leave! 

I will wake from the rain from the light of you 
Take a knife to my chest I'm alive by you, 

Ooo... My Witness 

Take the sting from the sky! 
Make their love in an eye!