Conscience binds you in chains
  Trail by stone hammer and nails
  No-one made the holes but me
  Misery mourns to be devoured
    Killed God blood soiled unclean again
  Killed God blood soiled skin dead again
  Again everywhere again
    All removables, all transitory
  All removables, passing always
  All removables, all transitory
  All removables, passing always
    Never grown preserved gently
  A bronze moth dies easily
  Unknown to others weak to me
  Broken hands never ending
    Aimless rut of my own perception
  Numbly waiting for voices to tell me
  For voices to tell me
    All removables, all transitory
  All removables, passing always
  All removables, all transitory
  All removables, passing always
  All removables, all transitory
  All removables, passing always