It came with night and wrath,
It came cold and it unwrapped
The foils of my lonely soul.
How I wish I’d have it all!
I take easy steps and I guess
That God’s not here, for me to bless,
So I dive right in the holy waters
And I won’t hear all of the slaughters.
Feathers and swords and mines around me,
They cut and tear and blow inside me.
This war of one, it sheds my skin.
This war of mine, it lives within.