Sowing Salt

In the crystals
See contortions
Of the neighbors
Lying broken
Bloody angels
Giving sermons
Wearing faces
They're stolen
Melt skin off
With syringes
Giving sinners
Death addiction
Bloody angels
On a mission
Making martyrs
Crucifixion

Here they come a-marching to the beat of a gun
Skeleton kings riding out in the sun
Crooked and cackling as they observe
Fields of famine they gifted the earth

Here they come a-marching to the beat of a gun
Skeleton kings writing names in the blood
Bleached and bedazzled in blood-spattered gold
Cutting you open - a sight to behold



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Quijote
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