In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavernous   Orifice asphyxiated form   Washed in wolves blood, sterile and pantomimed   Parting in parts the trial of the worm      Sew the lid closed, cough and spit into your palm   With charitable charms and   Slap the bad mans wrist, insist disarm      Do the math, the path, it's a narrow one   It led me down to a cold and shallow grave   On my tombstone I read the epitaph   "Here lies a man who lived and died a slave"      'til the vexing that his hex annexing animates   His glorious distresses   Serve the right foot raw, so flawed, undressed      Semi-conscious concentration   Christmas cards and suffocation   Ambulances beckon bodies   Tires squealing, sirens wailing      Semi-conscious concentration   Christmas cards and suffocation   Ambulances beckon bodies   Tires squealing, sirens wailing