where are you wounded girls, with bruised faces and blackened eyes?
break open your glass doors, welcome the whirling debris-
carve your name there in the marble and concrete...
kill idiot violence, punish greed, punish me.
run naked through the streets stabbing bloody eyes and scream.
i pray for you murderous, i pray for you well-honed and clean.
i pray for you anyway your violent nature needs you to be...
and i, i praise your name... i praise the taste of the word on my tounge,
and i praise your righteous, rising hate.
i praise your soft lips, and i praise your revenge.
i praise your tenderness and your skin, and i praise your pure, uncorruptable pain...
i praise your name...
i like you like that, lying there on your side.
i praise the scars on your body, and i praise your black mirrored eyes...
i praise your name...you're glorious!
so rise above the garbage. leave me where i fall.
rise above the wreckage. kill anything that walks.
praise your name-m. gira (angels of light)