Conscience binds you in chains    Trail by stone hammer and nails    No-one made the holes but me    Misery mourns to be devoured       Killed God blood soiled unclean again    Killed God blood soiled skin dead again    Again everywhere again       All removables, all transitory    All removables, passing always    All removables, all transitory    All removables, passing always       Never grown preserved gently    A bronze moth dies easily    Unknown to others weak to me    Broken hands never ending       Aimless rut of my own perception    Numbly waiting for voices to tell me    For voices to tell me       All removables, all transitory    All removables, passing always    All removables, all transitory    All removables, passing always    All removables, all transitory    All removables, passing always.