Cold brains,
Unmoved,
Untouched,
Unglued
Alone at last
No thoughts,
No mind
To rot
Behind
trail of disasters
final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone
The fields of green
Are bent, obscene
I lay upon the gravel
worm of hope
hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other
final curse
Abandoned hearse
We write this song
Corroded to the bone
bird of song
Is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens
The drain is drawn
And drained and gone
And on and on, it doesn't matter
final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride this old
Corroded to the bone