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 i come 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 cunt is wet and hurts yourself and through your peak i die the death