Текст песни Jack The Stripper Hag-Ridden

The sun was hanging so low that day, it seemed the heavens had bowed to greet us all.
My arms will stretch on forever reaching for the broken fingers of light streaming from the blight in jupiter's eye.
Staring at my own body under the wheels of a truck.
High tide in a sea of syringes, dragged out to dry and left to rot.
Now the clouds disgorge a flock of dead birds, come to carry me home.