Suckle the maggot it's feeding on you
Infesting your body with sin
It pierces the flesh and starts the decay
It's festering under your akin

You've contracted the disease of this
Foul wretched earth
For this reason you must be killed
I'll endure the stench of your sin for your sake
On Gods command strip you of flesh

Take the knife, scalp and skin the body
The entrails, will fall into the dust
Rejuvenate this pile of bloody gore
Redeeming Lord, our Father we implore
Bring the carcass
To be gutted and skinned
Strip you of pride and strip you of sin
Dispose of the body
Of the gutted and skinned
These innards are raw and they
Rise up with power

Just like in spring when the
Leaves are renewed
He'll replace refreshed what you've lost
Logic prevails in your gutted entrails
Your body will rise up in praise.