Conscience binds you in chains   Trail by stone hammer and nails   No one made the holes but me   Misery mourns, to be devoured      Killed God, blood, soiled, unclean again   Killed God, blood, soiled skin, dead again   Again, everywhere again      All removables, all transitory   All removables, passin' always   All removables, all transitory   All removables, passin' always      Never grown, preserved gently   A bronze moth dies easily   Unknown to others, weak to me   Broken hands, never endin'      Aimless, but of my own perception   Numbly waitin' for voices to   Tell me, for voices to tell me      All removables, all transitory   All removables, passin' always   All removables, all transitory   All removables, passin' always   All removables, all transitory   All removables, passin' always