They hang in their thousands Suspended in paroxysm In grotesque shapes and unnatural angles Crying and laughing and they thrash as if drowning Until agony rears through their bones and they crack Strung out across this canopy Ecstasy rolls eyes back This black sanguine puppetry Do my eyes deceive? Mouths held wide by the chains Drawn orgiastic and aghast Become windows to self annihilation The infinite veins of this howling tapestry Its terrible shrieking choir Rattles and coughs Rasps and shakes A thousand husks keening Behold our congregation Pray before the altar of needles Worship in the temple of smoke You will choke All paths lead to the Garden It is mapped in the fractures in the mirror Pray before the altar of needles Worship in the temple of smoke Whine at the feet of surrender Smile all the while as you choke Because we are in love with the pain That we keep coming back to again and again and again