| Here I lie again inside this broken body | |
| Wrestle against the tree, my muscles aching | |
| To get up now is death, to die is to really live | |
| My flesh is restless, twisting, spasms in my back increasing | |
| Splinter me, splinter me | |
| My heart, my head | |
| Splinter me | |
| Here I think again to try to solve this puzzle | |
| What is not yours | |
| I don't want, my mind aching | |
| To reconstruct my thoughts or let it blow away | |
| You are all-knowing, changing, yeah you're killing me | |
| Splinter me, splinter me | |
| My heart, my head | |
| Splinter me | |
| Jesus whispered softly, | |
| Jesus shouted it out | |
| His Kingdom body coming | |
| But we nail him up and hate each other | |
| Splinter me, splinter me | |
| My broken body | |
| Splinter me | |
| Splinter me, splinter me | |
| My broken body | |
| Splinter me |