Psalm of Withering

See the girl weeping silent in her cold empty home
Watch her pretty flesh wither and drop from the bone
Smell the tears of that boy as they pain his poor face
His heart stumbles and it falters with complete lack of grace
Hear the man cursing softly as he dies in his bed
In the clutches of the cancer that blooms in his head
Feel the soul of that lady get sucked through the gates
Though her body treads onward down the path that she hates
Now taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love
Yeah, taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love
Well, the preacher on Monday like the farmer of Sunday
And the shephard on some other day, no they ain’t exempt
So waste time with your tears
Because it’s worse than you fear
You gotta get right out of town before your own day gets here
Now sow the seeds in that ground that grows so fallow and cold
You know they’ll never be found, I say, they’ll only grow mold
'Cause there ain’t gonna be no big harvest this year
I tell you, time to settle debts
It is a drawing so near
Now taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love
Yeah, taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love