What you lose to heat death
Is all you'll gain in this cold life:
She takes you
And makes you
Abstract
Until you're gleaming with a ***** jacket
Sordid skin
Sleeping in this public park until you make it to the west coast
The weather is better there
Maybe you'll find work
In a pizza shop or something

I'll find you. I'm clawing through a labyrinth of flesh
I'll find the main artery and rip out the beating heart
Drink and drink and drink like a dying dog someone left in the desert

Will I find you...?

It's only right the previous owner will have to wander the same distance through the afterlife
To find the waters of retribution