THE STREET OF MANY MURDERS

Sol Invictus / Wakeford

Tear off the roof, let in the sky
Take the shutters from our eyes
Pull back the curtains to these lives
Behind these windows are pigs and sties
Kissed with blood and bile
With those fingers murder dialed
With broken hearts and broken smiles
We spurt blood on white tiles
I am dying in your eyes
A harvest for the scythe
Follow a long shot to the street
Where the real world meets and bleats
But just seconds from where they stand
A dying world of throats and hands