"'angel,' he calls me. does he know that im falling?, from a precipice that i tripped off long ago?
'youre so pure,' he says. does he know im forsaken?
the original sinner, but, soon youll know.
for if im going down, i guess ill take you with me.
naked in the garden, back at the beginning.
and now, in your arms, youre faithless,
for you pitched me, against your holy father,
and it seems that i am
winning."