Go tell it on the anthill through the tunnels and everywhere
Go tell it on the anthill, that I tried to hurt myself, that I tried to kill myself
And this blood is mine
Go tell it make it known, and I'll feed on every word
Spill it like a vat of ether, feel the thrill of snapping sinew
And the rush of breaking bones
When I was a preacher, I looked both night and day
I asked the Lord to help me, 'cause I forgot how to pray
Go crush it on the anthill through the tunnels and sliding downwards
Go tell it to the Christians, that I tried to hurt you all, but I was the first to fall
And this blood is mine