Some say the man crucified her
Rusty railroad spikes
She's joined her spiritual sisters
A parasite of knotted anger
His perforated brain
Would fit their tiny tendrils
Redistribute the pain
We have your best intentions
You'll just have to agree
Called toward the end of Bottom
A broken road resurrected
They'll replicate his body
Keep the stray for themselves
He'll wake up in a dream
It will be what they all envisioned
He won't remember his name
We have your best intentions
You'll just have to agree
Play your role or face abyssal
Wither into a wraith