The drop of blood
From eyes of God
Will wash away the stain of mud.

The bell of fate
Will make you hate
The shame of life you have betrayed.

Sometimes you think
That I have been
A part of you in time of sin;

That time has gone,
And I have run
From your control to see the sun.

And now I bless
Your holy mess;
I'll take the stuff you don't possess.

Sweet drop of blood
On your T-shirt
Says you are dead... Your life was short.

You'll resurrect,
And I suspect,
That you'll be out of respect.

You'll live alone
Beneath the stone,
Behind the stage in dirty loam.