Parched with thirst our cup overfloweth

With the crimson milk of human blindness

In charnel towers of ivory besieged

The bones of subjugation are picked clean

In barren decadence, tears are the only affluence

Welling eyes are indifferent, as the blind bleed



Blood and tear, out damn spot out

The fruits of perpetual decay

Pouring the salts in open wounds, out damn spot out

The scars remain, will stay perpetual decay



Bloody hands never wash clean

Abject misery to bleed

Decadence to feed

Out damn spot out



Parched with thirst how the other half die

The only consecration, the economics of pain

In barren decadence, tears are the fuel of affluence

Wells of blood run effluent, a bitter harvest to reap...