(A) God. Video (MV)

I've cut my name into the hilt of this blade
Hidden under my kilt

I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments

I've carved my name into your leg
The land it knows from word of mouth

I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments

I've made a frame, but you don't fit it
I'm not to blame; its your consciousness

I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments

It's cold down here
I'd know, I made it
It's becoming clear
That you don't belong naked

I'm beating a horse thats been dead too long
You're running your course, please crash head-on

I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
I've made a frame, but you don't fit it
I'm not to blame; its your consciousness

It's cold down here
I'd know, I made it
It's becoming clear
That you don't belong naked