Screeching men Twisted in ways Inhuman in vane We honor no d**h No faces to stain us He lies awake He has no fate He dies a slave Hanging unnamed Hanging blood stained No reason no fate With narrow escape Left in the dust A man and slave A broken neck swinging away Diminish all of his Purpose and place Scornful and regretful Swinging away Hanging unnamed Hanging blood stained No reason no fate With narrow escape Fawning over spawn Creatures too dark to make-believe Soaked shaking the hands Rest on shoulders of fate Chasms too wide I know your face Trenches too deep I know your name Body too weak I know your face Fingers will bleed I know your name Hanging unnamed Hanging blood stained No reason no fate With narrow escape