This will never mend
This is not your friend
Like serpents wrapped around your neck
They squeeze you over and over again

You cost me paradise
So now I fear the light
When I learned wrong from right
You said that I was naked

To feel the grip of death around your neck and say “no”

To feel the grip of death around your neck no more
To hear the Lord in the garden and hide no more

Of dust I’ve come to form you
Of dust you will return
Of fire your adversary will die, wither and burn

Come to Me
(oh, weary one)
Come to Me
Who told you you were naked?

To feel the grip of death around your neck no more
(oh, weary one)
To hear the Lord in the garden and hide no more
Who told you you were naked?