"Dead Letter" - Angelspit

Bless Jessica her tempest
I wheel a cage around you
they only see emptiness
in rot decay and horror
trash goddess soil your beauty
a foul embracing thumb screw
her fingers gouge divinely
as the old poisons the new

Nothing more to bleed
Nothing more to sow
Nothing more take
Nothing more will grow

A hangman's rope to bind you
their stories to deceive
One golden cloth to blind you
Served up for the naive

I spoke genius
I wrote a bible
dead white men could not have done it better
paint over it in black
Wrap it up in red tape
Address it to no-one and send it off as a…

Dead letter I got a Dead letter