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