blessed by strangers I don’t know love the wounds, not h…

blessed by strangers I don’t know
love the wounds,
not how they grow
pinned a halo to my head
woke up wearing somebody else's skin

love me like I'm already gone
bless the bleeding, sell the scars

kiss the statues,
strike a pose
love in gesture,
fake the faith
crown the mannequins instead
bless whatever sells the best