Heaving out all my blood-red rage Clutching the fallen veil Of blind faith All these demons follow me As though I leave a trail
I prayed not to be lathered With the blood of the messiah But to be immersed in it It is glory I seeked As I hovered above everything Glory would soon find me
Tripping over calamity Which ensued day by day Where was the blood I pleaded for Where was the blood I commanded All tests of faith revealed themselves To be eternal suffering
'Ask and you shall receive'
I prayed not to be lathered With the blood of the messiah But to be immersed in it Shaking my fists At the heavens I pleaded and bled And yet All these demons follow me As though I leave a trail.