The wretched We cower and file inside With fettered step, puppy eyes. The ritual awaits Our heartbeat in pace. The jigsaw seeks more. The blackness calls. Hands held open we march to within A line of gaunt faces moving in time. A paradox of sin. The hatchet calls us in. I walk through the mire I walk through the sin I walk from the blind eyes Of mice that once were men. The jigsaw calls us in. The jigsaw always wins. Eradicate this sin! ... Again Ancient man at the side of the road "I died a very long time ago". He spoke with tears in withered eyes I looked at his face And it was mine. I walk through the mire I walk through the sin I walk from the blind eyes Of mice that once were men. The jigsaw calls us in. The jigsaw always wins. Eradicate this sin! ... Again Oh god, what comes now? How about heaven. How about hell. Oh god, what comes now? How about heaven. How about hell. Oh god, what comes now? How about heaven How about hell