unmoved,
untouched,
unglued
alone at last
no thoughts,
no mind
to rot
behing
a trail of disasters
a final the curse
abandoned hearse
we ride disowned
corroded to the bone
the fields of green
are bent, obscene
I lay upon the grave
a worm of hope
a hangman's rope
pulls me one way or the other
a final curse
abandoned hearse
we write this song
corroded to the bone
a bird of song
is heard no longer
in the evacuated heavens
the drain is drawn
and drained and gone
and on and on, it doesn't matter
a final the curse
abandoned hearse
we rock the salt
corroded to the bone ~