Skeletons meat wagon

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Drop away now; fall away into the void
Even Hell has its rules – there is no freedom of choice
Jumping down bottomless holes in my mind
Gaping death in my face, as my teeth grind
Heresy – Blasphemy
All beamed straight to your TV
The infancy of brainless meat
Abattoirs tower over the concrete
As far as the eye can see; smokestacks swallowing
Season of butchery
Dosed up to the eyeballs
Loaded into the meat wagon
These pills they gave me taste like dying alone
In the distance, drawing ever nearer – the sickly smell
A circle of skinless horses – a work of art for the tolling bell
As I crawl – scrape my bones – I start to see
No escape from the vultures that are closing in on me
Dosed up to the eyeballs - loaded up like a slab of meat
Dosed up to the eyeballs - hurled into the meat wagon

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