Universal Idol
Expose me
Pick and salt my wounds
Bleed me before your disciples

Prophet of you
Will you not hang me?
And hide me away with your mistakes?

I shield my eyes
Perfect one
From your glorious light
Reflecting on the knife

Oh Prophet of You
Will you not save me?
As you change your word
To make miracles of your mistakes

Dagger in your cloak
Pure angel
Let me never stray
From your kingdom of deceit

Prophet of You
Fabricate me
So I will never again
Turn from you and your blade