Take me down to the riverbednClean the sheets on which I've blednFour white horses come for menThere's no way to comfort menSoak my secrets in a boxnBury them beneath the rocksnDressed in dirt you cover menHope he won't discover menWatch my body turning coldnWatch my body let me gonnTell the truth , kill the tracksnThere will be no coming backnPretend that we don't have a pastnLet this friendship die at lastnWatch my body turning coldnWatch my body let me gonnReligion is relationships nWhat you see is what you getnSlipping through unconciousnessnMy metamorphosisnnArms, hands, see her with her imperfectionsnBones, skin, resurrection is her sinnArms, hands, see me with my imperfectionsnBones, skin, resurrection is my sinnnThink of me and close your eyesnUse up all your alibisnDrink yourself to my last breathnTell them all about my deathnMurder me with all your liesnBut I am still alivenPromise that you will forget,nI'll remember all of itnnReligion is relationships nWhat you see is what you getnSlipping through unconciousnessnMy metamorphosisnnAll sensation has now left menSave that which keeps my heart still beating.n