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