Forget the broken, as the flies surround the field

Solitary puppets on broken string

They've hung all the ropes and tied every knot

And whisper in your ear

Just one more step

Halos and nooses drag behind every soul

The cracks underfoot become coffin holes

They will be forever scorned

The skies will turn black, and come the day I was born

I avow

The steeples collapse and the pillars erode

Your kingdoms tumble like stone dominoes

Before they sharpen their teeth on razors and knives

They were not wolves but sheep