There's an alter ego of myself His lips are marked dull He couldn't recognize me if he tried But I wear his hand in mine Like a weathered flower Latch keys and bones The jagged slate of new beginnings And the bitter taste of old ghosts I've bartered with my time And bottled iris It's the memories that haunt me the most They exist in cages like rotting birds While the minutes escape them Count me with the dead as I walk with them I count their bulging veins Fingers trudge through my sores This is where I buried them My being has faltered Somewhere between tongue and cheek Where we adorn our bodies with the skin of others Like pearls, Like rubies Like the sparkling tongues we see in the pictures Could you still want me like this? The haughty king of dirt Could you still want me? When I don't breathe without a sigh Could you still want me like this? When my feet won't move themselves Could you still want me? I can't speak through crooked jaws Jesus sing, Jesus sing unto me Jesus sing unto me Jesus sing unto me Jesus sing unto me Jesus sing unto me