All the inside's moving parts
Feeble makings
The church clothes that I stole
I do it for you God
Now he sees me
All dirty, muddy, I clean my cuts
And then I go home
In my ears I hear her call
My heart is racing
They want my arms to cut them off
And use my blood for painting
Now he sees me
All dirty, muddy, I clean my cuts
And then I go home
