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