I've looked into the empty arse of anger fear and shame
and listen to the last chorus of OTBOA at luna park-
Chairs fall frop the shame lust
Shout to me, guide me to the edge of the wad ahh
Shelfless are the righteous
bird in me, bleed me like a lamp to the slaughter
selfless saw the righteous
A bird in me led me like a lamp stupid swaddle
ok yea so I made up a word or two
