On bleeding broken knees I call out for the love of god Please patch these wounds my hand fabricated A sinful cleanse will restore my light I close my eyes, skin breaks in two Blood seeping through My eyes see no light to help cleanse me No love from no god showed itself to me The clay you molded has become rotten Your vision, your creation, your son saved all but one I bleed alone to ease my plight Serenity, relief, divinity