With the toxicity that comes from
Modernity
Then my flesh is wrung like a bell
And my nightmare is begun
Cavernous emptiness
Thinking carelessly
Hearing only
What I want
Losing only
What I need
Let me be crucified
By the nails and tree
That I grew
And forged
With blood and fire
I am not worthy of mercy
Only he is worthy
And only he
Is the son most exalted
