Upon your Judas cradle Ropes made from your skin Burning scent of incense The aroma of your flesh Burning cauldron of tar You're a fancy self made god Completely bound and tied With a mouth full of sh** To the rack with them Broken bones pulled out joints
Eyes gouged with hot irons Raped by holy man Agonized pain for hours Burning cauldron of tar You're a fancy self made god Open from gut to neck Rats feast from within To the rack with them To the rack with them