Light of God dimming weak Nothing’s wrong go back to sleep Lost the will at infancy Drown them in charity Lend them comfort for sorrow Enthusiasm they borrow I can clean impurity Wash away with kerosene Can’t offend my modesty Thank you for defiling me Language pure as binary Instruct with dishonesty In nature there’s no tragedy Bandage them in tapestry Trade comfort for identity Drown me in kerosene Kerosene I’ll protect you from All the things I’ve seen And I’ll clean your wounds Rinse them with saline Kerosene
