Inside underneath willed crippling Forged from the energy of murder Brought to taste by the blood of treason Revenge sigilized desire upon the brow Carved to visual by the obscene inverted hangs The sun of redemption The carcass of devotion Blistered hands from prayer Flogging the face of enlightenment Spasms within the cloak of the believer His tongue fellating the cross of god The stench of the assembly The sickle of reason Bred from the sweat of fear Oppose and readily gnaw the meat of its bones Refuse every offer it has and burn it with your mind It is a leech You are a leech If you believe