Fields For The Willing

I am living blessed as I am dying
Irony never bred a more vicious child
Insane sanity I don't have an answer
Crucify I can't die I have a handsaw

We are all God's brothers now
Lets hold hands and look straight down
We are all God's brothers now
Cut my wrists off to save my hands

If you slap one cheek I'll slap the other
Couldn't slide when inside - pulled from your mother
Eye to eye face to face lets call it even
Face to face eye to eye you stopped me breathing

Wait
Chaste
Taste
What a waste

Am I sane?