Removables

Conscience binds you in chains

Trail by stone hammer and nails

No one made the holes but me

Misery mourns, to be devouredKilled God, blood, soiled, unclean again

Killed God, blood, soiled skin, dead again

Again, everywhere againAll removables, all transitory

All removables, passin' always

All removables, all transitory

All removables, passin' alwaysNever grown, preserved gently

A bronze moth dies easily

Unknown to others, weak to me

Broken hands, never endin'Aimless, but of my own perception

Numbly waitin' for voices to

Tell me, for voices to tell meAll removables, all transitory

All removables, passin' always

All removables, all transitory

All removables, passin' always

All removables, all transitory

All removables, passin' always