Gospel

I am too insensitive, I'm (???) to my pillow
The weeping angels grab my flesh and pull me down under the willow
Hope I can crash inside the cabaret

Butterflies will eat my scabs and puke them up into the cradle
The trees will whisper ancient tongue and pierce my veins with pins and needles
No need to pierce the flesh with dagger blades

Water runs throughout my hands and tells me to release the halo
The gallow's waiting for my neck, I'll fall with confidence and fable
No need to dive into the tidal wave

Go down (I was born)
???

Where the sun was hot in a blaze
Oh lord I'm so depressed