As a stone skips
Pull my insides out
Strewn about to read your fortune
Sacrifice made in the name of extortion
Penitent blade crying blood in the corner
Flabbergasted, slack-jawed Coroner
They've got their work cut out for them
What a fucking mess!?!? My God, how does one man have so much flesh?
How is there so much and yet nothing to identify
Rest their soul but what a morbid work
Why are you so quiet sat alone in the corner?
A kind face bringing in the ignorant fodder
Deficit in efficiencies lashing out from what you can see
Such a lack of faculties set to one note complacency
A pox on your glasshouse devilishly dancing with familiarity
A craft of darkness borne in sclera served on icepick skewers
Being turned to moot as you follow suit
Spade up decaying heart out behind the club lost in diamonds eyes
They have it. You've been out done