Open your wounds

And my blood will stain

Every place of your soul.

I'll rip off the duty

You wear like a scab,

And I'll wash all your wounds with my blood.


Your healing is a disease.

Your healing is a disease.

Be clean.

Be clean.


I am willing.

I opened my arms.

I am willing.

I opened my veins.

Now open your mouth and I'll fill it with honey.

The split rock is gushing with honey.

And you cry, "Who will show us some good?"


Come in your doubtings.

Come in distress.

And my sun will rise on your soul.

Come with your deadness.

Come with your sins.

I'll meet you like showers in spring.


There's a worm in your fruit.

There's a worm in your fruit.

Be clean.

Be clean.


I am willing.

I opened my arms.

I am willing.

I opened my veins.

Now open your mouth and I'll fill it with honey.

The split rock is gushing with honey.


My blood pleads far sweeter than Abel's.

Come, eat and drink without money.

I bought you a place at my table.


I'll feed you the finest

Of wheat and of wine.

Come, here's my body and blood.

Come, let me show you some good.