Upon your judas cradle Ropes made from your skin Burning scent of incense The aroma of your flesh Burning cauldron of tar You're a fancy self made god Completely bound and tied With a mouth full of shit
To the rack with them
Broken bones pulled out joints Eyes gouged with hot irons Raped by holy man Agonized pain for hours Burning cauldron of tar You're a fancy self made god Open from gut to neck Rats feast from within
