My body's been altared   Drawn and quartered   A shower-the shower saved me   Saved me cut me bled me   Dead me, I would've been   Like as if it could've been   Oh, it never should've been   But why, I don't know   On the darkness, of the depth   And the blood and the body   Oh so badly shaken up   Like nothing I ever   And never you know   I cannot, I can't   Just give me some water to drown myself clean   Like I never have been   But I am   I cared and I stared   And I melted and cracked   And I never felt stronger than this I swear      If I could I would blaspheme my way to you   Just give me the courage and the glossary   Let me turn my own words against me   And perish in the process   Let my obsolescence blossom and propagate   Until every inkling of me passes away   Passes along, passes on