Smoking wax till the day wanes
Lights off, blinded to stay sane
The bodys out of frame

A desire to die in this fire
The pyre burns ever higher
I'm burning in this desire

Saliva in the wound fashion the blood
Salivate when blood hits the wood
Stake the woods with something crude

I admire the passion of the cult
****** psychos spewing guilt
Pseudo intellectuals feel the melt
Ice to water blood to salt
People scalped then fear the pelt

In the clouds hear the sound of a menace crowned
Proud people spread hate aloud and incite the crowds
Good people cowed no words and a blunted sword

Every day the righteous die and fade away
Well I heard the best way to live is to die anyway
Have patience then the prize will be some pay
Didn't realize that meant we'd be the ones that pay