Hang this man Burn this man Put to death my imperfection Build me now, a recreation Pore/scar/wart/mole/roll/style - a straying eye God is in the details And don't forget the darkened husks of azure eyes
Somewhere my scarecrow is watching and waiting Crash through the treeline and hoist him up shaking
Effigy I burn the waste of me I douse in kerosine these eye of birthstone December cauterize Blight the sky and send my sins on high In plumes the man I knew takes flight in Flickered release of beautiful butane blue
Unwashed mass of follicles and folly Scare, pores and poor decisions Raise me up: twist the noose: my abuses are never more to slain Another life - my war crimes excreted
Somewhere my scarecrow is writhing and wailing Bellow the furnace and smell my sins melting
Chorus
Skull heal Skin peel Bones wood Be good
Ember to mannequin of dry timber Tin hips and leather lips smooth from my lies My former self painstakingly rendered Crab-louse coat shorn from wriggling wasteflesh Wisp and wither