By the pricking of my thumbs

Something wicked this way comes

Look down that bloody street for bloody

Miles and blooduy miles where bloody feet have

sought a trail of dreams that now lie broken

On some bloody stake that is branded "Ojo por ojo."

And runs beside it, there, in the

deep and the dark beyond the liquid

Corruption and the human fungus lies the

Reeking sewer that is a mind.

Where the lesion hides a lesson, where

Stigmata turns to stigma cries crescendo to

Cantata... The whiplash of suffering full in the face.

And in that place there is no cross,

No crown, no sacred ground,

All is done and left unsaid.

How the tongues are ripped,

The people bled, and there it is

Written on the slug that is lead

"Killing is company" so step right up and

Ride the rubber road to freedom...

This is the blow off