Black sky, open wide
God is dead, crucified
Screaming death, rotten lies
Learning how it feels to die

Dope fiends crawl to ******’s smack
Got my black tar leavin’ tracks
Spoon and needle of the horse
Numb my feelings of remorse

Across your face, the lines entrenched
Secreting corpse, bitter stench
Bleed to death on this park bench
My stomach now begins to wrench

Touch the bruise, lick the wound
Pick the scab, become attuned
There's no need to be afraid
Everyone dies
Anyway