Cold brains unmoved
Untouched unglued alone at last
No thoughts, no mind
To rot behind a trail of disasters
A final curse abandoned hearse
We ride disowned corroded to the bone

The fields of green are bent obscene
I lay upon the gravel
A worm of hope, a hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other
A final curse abandoned hearse
We ride disowned corroded to the bone

A bird of song is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens
The drain is drawn and drained and gone
And on and on, it doesn't matter
A final curse abandoned hearse
We ride disowned corroded to the bone