Get some sleep or lie in wait, until the day I burn away. Forget the corpse, present the case. To bring me down, lose your word. I'll follow you into the grave, and at the gates I see the passing say "The judged be judged, and all the wretched be saved" I throw my curse all across your name. And draw tiny pictures round all the days. Throw your judgements across the breeze. Watch them float off
to never be saved. You live inside your Jesus dream. DEAD CONFEDERATE / THE RAT / WRECKING BALL