Take me down to the riverbed   Clean the sheets on which I've bled   Four white horses come for me   There's no way to comfort me   Soak my secrets in a box   Bury them beneath the rocks   Dressed in dirt you cover me   Hope he won't discover me   Watch my body turning cold   Watch my body let me go      Tell the truth , kill the tracks   There will be no coming back   Pretend that we don't have a past   Let this friendship die at last   Watch my body turning cold   Watch my body let me go      Religion is relationships    What you see is what you get   Slipping through unconciousness   My metamorphosis      Arms, hands, see her with her imperfections   Bones, skin, resurrection is her sin   Arms, hands, see me with my imperfections   Bones, skin, resurrection is my sin      Think of me and close your eyes   Use up all your alibis   Drink yourself to my last breath   Tell them all about my death   Murder me with all your lies   But I am still alive   Promise that you will forget,   I'll remember all of it      Religion is relationships    What you see is what you get   Slipping through unconciousness   My metamorphosis      All sensation has now left me   Save that which keeps my heart still beating.