Kris Crummett - Butcher's Son lyrics

I wear a mask molded from clay I walked on my shoes until the edges frayed Alone, I've cast from my home; Give in to the wonderer [Refrain:] (x3) My whole purpose is deceived I am no employee of god But I swear to you this, I will see her again (x2) So hold tightly to this manifestation I will surrender my gold In the return for the patience of a loyal friend (I am your hope. Bearing gifts, altering alters) The accomplice to the slight in my hand (I am your hope. Bearing gifts, altering alters)