"Familiarity Breeds Contempt"

I speak your hymns,

Choke on your tongues,

Lay at your feet,

See what I've become.

Wind your thorns round my head,

Round my head,

Round my head,

Round my head.

Vision stained with your wine,

Oh, so divine,

So divine,

So divine,

So divine.

Stifled with your blessings,

Precious statue,

I have torn you from your wall,

Drink your wine,

Ground your head,

I am,

So divine,

So divine,

So divine.