Rubbing ash into my eyes Inside the broken halos Expose yourself to my faith So you can be slit open Stark out to the horizon Flat out Nowhere Coughing up asphalt The after Death mint burns with phosphor
Baptized in used up turpentine Bleaching yourself with bile The new gold standard of death A schedule 1 narcotic Veiled in ceremony Driven by a good shepherd The only things that i know Have been fucking cut in me A vessel for the lord, used up and thrown away Take what you can till the lie comes to an end Your fucking straw men burnt in place At the crown of everest
