The Irrepressibles

Bury me with a sword with a chain and ache
I'm alive with the flyers with the flames at stake
To be gone in a thought that's arranged by you
To be formed by a shape that's innate of you
I will wake from the rain from the light of you
Take a knife to my chest I'm alive by you,
Ooo... My witness
Make the fall
Take the fire
Fuck the law, nicely
Tint it all with desire
Shape the form I see
I'm alive with a knife, with a wife in me
I'm a crane looking out at the hypocrisy