A hammer drum, a scalding heat to beat;
You beat a way at hollow suns for sins
You never kept but always had to meet,
Such savage judgements made with only grins.
A present death which lingers 'round like words
Engraved on stone so lit with golden flames;
Some hieroglyphs of morbid, rotting curds
Reminding you that always you're to blame
You're spooning bits of brain out of your skull,
A scouring cull to rend that evil voice,
It whispers soothing lies oh so sweetly full,
So kill with violent glee - you have no choice.
You see your blood is dripping from your hands
Your mind now slips away into the strands.