Hell's legions of the dead
Are showing up at 3AM for my timely amusement
Bearing, much to my amusement, all of my carnal desires
Damned faces will change
Back and forth between great beauty and decayed maladaptives
Beckons to me in a fashion that commands the respect of his fires

Oh! Mammon! Cut Me Open!
Flay my skin and leave me broken!
Drape my organs on your shoulders!
I will be your chalice-holder!
I'll sacrifice the rest of my life
For the brief moments of the day
I find pleasurable
Leisure is worth it.

Start. Hit a little hit.
Drink a little drink till you know the golden face of the master.
Feeding on blight and old disaster blessed is the mouth of the king.
Eat. Eat a little more.
Eat so much your body succumbs to the depth of your fetish
Flesh makes if past the final edit, the remaining expulsion will sing.

Oh! Mammon! Cut Me Open!
Flay my skin and leave me broken!
Drape my organs on your shoulders!
I will be your chalice-holder!
I'll sacrifice the rest of my life
For the brief moments of the day
I find pleasurable
Leisure is worth it.

Guts, shuffling all around
Jiggling like a big ol bowl of Texas spaghetti
Splayed out on the ol' machete living inside my spine
Nerves drill their little heads
Outside of my skin and arrange an elaborate webbing
Think I know where the endings are heading, down to the devil's mine.

Oh! Mammon! Cut Me Open!
Flay my skin and leave me broken!
Drape my organs on your shoulders!
I will be your chalice-holder!
I'll sacrifice the rest of my life
For the brief moments of the day
I find pleasurable
Leisure is worth it.