These crosses all over my body Remind me of who I used to be And Christ forgive these bones I'm hiding From no one successfully Jesus can always reject his father But he cannot escape his mother's blood He'll scream and try to wash it off of his fingers But he'll never escape what he's made up of The fate's already fucked me sideways Swinging by my neck from the family tree He'll laugh and say, "You know I raised you better than this" Then leave me hanging so they all can laugh at me