Jerk from the margins, ambush me from the side A strike without defense My holler, the gash divides Now my countenance Is torn up ever since And your face like a flint After flunking in discipline I noticed I never had any skin With nothing on outside, you gave to me my hide Open my body cavity, rearrange Its parts into something strange Watch now your blood pump from you into my veins Split stern to stern Feels like you're sitting taciturn What have I gotten myself into? I failed to radiatе residue In what ways will our grief inform our disbеlief? Now it's my turn, no reason that it shouldn't have happened (Now it's my turn) To me, since it happens to lots Gnostics deadpanned that Jesus wasn't a man And that he hadn't a body That never left footprints sloping along the sand Which would've totally buried That cheesy poem where you carried me