On bleeding broken knees I call out for the love of god
Please patch these wounds my hand fabricated
A sinful cleanse will restore my light
I close my eyes, skin breaks in two
Blood seeping through
My eyes see no light to help cleanse me
No love from no god showed itself to me
The clay you molded has become rotten
Your vision, your creation, your son saved all but one
I bleed alone to ease my plight
Serenity, relief, divinity