Cut it out

I pulled my eyes out today
Ripped them right out of my head
I got me some Holy wrath
To never again take another to bed
In my head, in my head
Carnal impure, dead as dead

I cut my hands off today
How they can so easily offend
I don't mind going to the Kingdom
Limbless with a Holy head
Holy head, holy head
Pure, beautiful holy Bed

Still I can type
So do not panic
I am not yet that
Holy manic
It's all symbolic
But it's a command
We must obey
To eternally stand

It's a narrow way
I know
It's bloody painful
But where else to go
Shall we
To be free
Here and now
Liberty