The New In Bloom

In slaying myself, I will start now!
In slaying myself, I will start now.
I am run by the use of my own hand's knife
To kill the life I've held too tight.
I dress me in maroon.
The new is in bloom.

This knife, the life I have in You, runs me through!
This knife, the life I have in You, runs me through,
Into the new bloom.

How are You so strong to hold me in Your arms,
While I sink this into Your back?
Is it that so we could be?
Your hands were nailed to me.
Your hands were nailed to me.

In slaying myself I will start.
In slaying myself I will start.
In slaying myself I will start.
In slaying myself I will start.
In slaying myself I will start, now!
In slaying myself I will start, now!

Your hands were nailed to me!
Your hands, nailed to me!
This knife, the life I have in You, runs me through!