Let the steel be my Christ Let the blood create the

path Ignored like the dead pigeon gutted by the cat

Impregnated our babies with psychosis and lamb vomit

The clay failed to form the cast All that is left is a

moist clump of animation Pure flat affect and no

chance for grin Retarded by the morning's sunlight and

traded sorrow for silence Sedation in the underlife

Filed in the abyss Sedation in the underlife Through

steel I shall exist The wheelchair pigeon is as clever

as the crow Sedation in the underlife Through steel I

shall exist