I’ve never been a pillar of societyQuiet the opposite in factA plyer of insultsA place marker on the path of least resistanceNothing moreA face in a crowd, but a crowd behind Bedlam’s barsProviding a barbed laugh for the wealthyA grinning, dry target for their rigidityHappily stuck in the throats of an angry mobStretched beyond repair by production line proclivityI am as steadfast refusalI’ve shown no interest and I’ve reaped little that I’ve sewnA world of cloned mechanists has left me unwaveringly organicPerhaps food for thought or just food for the wormsI stand as a final insult to the easily offendedAll words out of turn to kindle their burning worldIf for one moment I thought I felt a twinge of guiltI would put it down to angry musclesShifting their weight against all the irrelevanceI will stand as grave marker in resolute denial of the stateOf your two thousand years of treading waterSo dig a good deep hole for AbrahamAnd all his insipid godletsWhatever name it goes byIt’s all the same crumpled at the grave-sideAbrahamic iterations all divide by zeroCartoon Lucifer presidingI lost my shadow amongst the marionettesSoul chord measured found wantingProbably too long, frayed andOr split to dance with the more standard corpsesIn this world of shitI sold my spiritMight even have quaffed it blind without realisingAny port in a storm, they sayOh, so they sayHeart removed as part of some half-arsed morning ritualPiss-begotten solitude sold outAt the drop of a gaping fish-mouthed hatFiled away amongst the other stolen mythsThe lore of these folks is noughtBut a long string of syphilitic spitScripturally transmitted disease, if you willIn fact, no, I insistSo make a monolith of me, but plant me facing sunsetBack turned to the broken dayLeave me here watching the darknessI have no time of dayI have no time for dayDon’t come looking for meI’m long lost, seeking out OdinOdin under iceI’ve danced away, died awayDon’t come looking for meLong lost, seeking out OdinOdin under ice