Strangers On A Train Orgy Of The Widows
Teeth grinding round a cobblestone
I've seen God die scared and alone
And sparrows picking at a marrowbone
But my fingers still graspin' air
God's acres are flooded with cum
But that's gold where I come from
Empty dresses swing from gallow ropes
White stains - Dyin' hopes
We piss a chorus for the cursed souls
He who lives is he who gropes
Mangy dogs cry through hazy fog
An' it's everything... everywhere
Oh, those mocking clouds
We shall jizz right in their mouths
Align our feeble woes to coincide with the
Orgy of the widows
Broken machines wrapped in sweating flesh
Squirm with pleasure, mix and mesh
A climaxing choir will confess
"When we are base, we're at our best"
Corrosive joys in the firelight
Join hands, all! Flock here!
Oh, those mocking clouds
We shall jizz right in their mouths
Align our feeble woes to coincide with the
Orgy of the widows
And it's no solace to the wight
But those who survive will thrive as they might
It's the blood-orgy of the she-devils
Otherwise known as the orgy of the widows
