I'll put my hands in the beams of light,
As if it means anything;
As if I could be worthy of holding the sun
And I'll promise to worship this temple of flesh,
But what is worship without sincerity?
I'll let you wash my feet in your holy water
As if it changes anything;
As if it could begin to make me feel pure
And I'll promise my actions and prayers are sincere,
But the words fall as scales through my teeth
I'll fall into the marble and pretend it feels warm
As if the gods ever cared about shivering;
As if the clouds could ever cure the frostbite
And I'll promise I am not the embodiment of sin
But the taste of my flesh falls sweet on your tongue and I am bitten,
Again,
And again