Cold Brains

Cold brains

Unmoved, untouched, unglued

Alone at last

And 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

And 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

And the drain is drawn

And drained and gone

And all and all it doesn't matter

A final curse

Abandoned hearse

We ride disowned

Corroded to the bone