Playing with dead things
Whatever the night brings
Up from the cold ground
Lost once but now found
Playing with dead things
Flaying while he sings
He goes through great pains
Wax injected blue veins
Spades in hand we hit the dirt
With muddy knees and soiled shirt
Black earth beneath our nails
And within our wooden pails
Who were you in life my friend?
How did you meet your end?
Stabbed or hanged or slipped?
Beaten choked or whipped?
Playing with dead things
Whatever the night brings
Up from the cold ground
Lost once but now found
Playing with dead things
Flaying while he sings
He goes through great pains
Wax injected blue veins
Matters not to our Master
Could be whore or saintly pastor
It matters not when you’re dead
And skin’s peeled back from the head
Pinning back the livid skin
To reveal sinews within
Sculpting with bone and tissues
Wasted corpse given new use
credits
from Playing With Dead Things,
released October 31, 2019
JGW - guitar, vocals, drum programming
Wolfman - bass
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