My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody, morose and
   old, drop into fruitless dying
   It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising
   Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing
  
   My foes, they can't destroy my body
   Colliding slow, like life itself
  
   Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer
   Cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness
  
   My foes, they can't destroy my body
   Colliding slow, like life itself
  
   My foes, they can't destroy my body
   Colliding slow, like life itself
  
   Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)
  
   My foes, they can't destroy my body
   Colliding slow, like life itself
  
   My foes, they can't destroy my body
   Colliding slow, like life itself