I've been held in your grip and

Lost in the cold.

I've been kept in your keep

Six feet below.

And you came here to bury

So dig with your words.

Leave my soul for the angels

My flesh to the worms.

And maybe it's true

What everyone says

I already am or I should be dead.

And maybe it's true

What everyone says

I already am or I should be...

I should be dead.

 

My thirst makes me weak and your chalice is dark.

And I drank all the blood from your dead fucking heart.

The meat is all spoiled that you left here to feast.

The taste on your lips is familiar disease.

Maybe it's true what everyone says

I already am or I should be dead.

And maybe it's true what everyone says

I already am or I should be...

I should be dead.

 

I've walked past the heads

That you left on the stakes.

I breathed in the bodies you burned at the gates.

All I can show for this cross that I've beared

Is the pain in my heart

And I found your despair.

And maybe it's true

What everyone says

I already am or I should be...

I should be...

Maybe it's true

What everyone says

I already am or I should be...

I should be dead.