I saw the gravestones

I saw 9 year old boys

Somehow I knew they hated me

You can live as long as you want to live



Lately all I want

Is to be in your hole



Sleep without a dream

As cold as it seems

It's my destiny



How many men have been

In your sacred hole?



(How many dead men, God?)



As I spread her thighs

My life flashes before my eyes

Soothing, disturbing

I'm intoxicated with fear



How many men have died

In your dirty hole?



How many men lay dead

From this killing hole?