Antic Clay - Broken Throat Blues lyrics

Before you name me to yourself Ascribe to me the plight Prefigured in my blood In my extinguished style (?) Decipher first the themes Of my coagulated dreams And show me one holy thing Just one holy thing And maybe my broken throat Might open and sing I'm thethered to your hand By fine precarious thread In this fine, nefarious plan The method means the end Before you name me to yourself Before I'm nailed by the king Show me one lone ceremony That ain't as vacant as a ring (?) Show me one holy thing Just one holy thing Then maybe my broken throat Well it might Just might open and sing But a (?)'s just a name And I ain't seen nothing yet And I worship and I blame And I love you like a threat