The sinister snare
The teeth clamped upon my flesh
The eyes
The baritone beat of the wicked war
The eyes
Of the beast
Six lies in
Six weeks
Six die  
And no one weeps
Shepard's proclaim that they keep
God-fearing men as their sheep
As I bleed to death
I see
I told six lies in six weeks
I am the sixth to die bleeding to death
In my sleep
I pray to no one for my lonely soul to keep