Rubbing ash into my eyes

Inside the broken halos

Expose yourself to my faith

So you can be slit open

Stark out to the horizon

Flat out

Nowhere

Coughing up asphalt

The after

Death mint burns with phosphor

Baptized in used up turpentine

Bleaching yourself with bile

The new gold standard of death

A schedule 1 narcotic

Veiled in ceremony

Driven by a good shepherd

The only things that I know

Have been fucking cut in me

A vessel for the lord, used up and thrown away

Take what you can till thе lie comes to an end

Your fucking straw mеn burnt in place

At the crown of Everest