Conscience binds you in chains
Trial by stone hammer and nails
No-one made the holes but me
Misery mourns to be devouredKilled God blood soiled unclean again
Killed God blood soiled skin dead again
Again everywhere againAll removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing alwaysNever grown preserved gently
A bronze moth dies easily
Unknown to others weak to me
Broken hands never endingAimless rut of my own perception
Numbly waiting for voices to tell me
For voices to tell meAll removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always...