strip my muscles away from my bones and let me take pleasure in a bare-body type of faith   i want to feel you without skin--flesh is unimportant; it is my soul that longs to touch   give me strength to hold you, my voice to scream your name   so that i might proclaim your glory and the faith it deserves      like an amateur of finesse i stretch my hands out, i call for cleansing, calming, capture   this is my promise: uphold our famous deal   obey      like a light in twilight, splitting your hues to me and my blues   you are the answer, i believe      felling regrets, i'm left with only my pocketknife and nothing to cut my way out of   these days its either you find yourself in medie, monogamy, or mayhem   but never in the arms of salvation      what's next? i ask of you   and why after finding you am i challenged so?      i'm left with ways to protect me from the world, but none to see you with both eyes open      and i will be satisfied when i awake in your lifeness   when the dark ends and i can burn infallible      what's left for you and i and why after searching can't i find you here?   what's left for you and i and why am i still here--what's keeping me here?      life is politics, and like all politics, i'm apathetic   i want only you to take opacity down   i will not succumb   i will not drown