Sing to my Enemies, and those who did not make it

With the marrow, of all my enemies, I shall build myself a kite
And send it up, into the sky, to where stars and void reside
With the bones, of all my enemies, I shall build myself a raft
And sail across, the pitch black seas, never to come back
With the hide, of all my enemies, I shall build myself a home
A fortress raised, on prejudice, built from skin and bones

"Die for me, you will be believed
Of love and demise are the dreams I have dreamed
Paint for me, a picture of lies
So I can remember the things I despise"

With the voice, of all my enemies, I shall muster one last cry
And scream for king, and fatherland, "I won't submit and die"
With the tongues, of all my enemies, I shall tie myself a rope
And downward climb, to hell and back, abandon all your hopes
With the names, of all my enemies, I shall build myself a god
The more I drink, the more I see, we lost ourselves in blood

With the eyes, of all my enemies, I shall build myself a rose
And pluck the petals, one by one, until everything's exposed
With the fingers, of all my enemies, I shall build myself a tree
From every branch, there hangs a man, refusing to concede
With the wives, of all my enemies, I shall make me self a child
A child that holds, my hand and says, "I'll keep the flame alive"