(blood drips down) and hanging ganggreen, dark green ankles, rusty
Chains, and lusting vultures (bobbing) dice see who gets first bite, lock
Jaw. ????? in sores weep, flesh creep, skin deep, beauty lives inside.
(resulting) carcass drains away, locked away. A love note in a trashcan,
Like a sapphire in a sack. And no ones signing hymns to him, no trembling
Sinners. There’s no respect, we shed our tears, but we accept, this old
Gods dying of neglect. This old gods dying of neglect. Neglect.
