You lucky judge
Just melt sweet souls
Fifty times more undone
But blood could drip
So take a sip
I'll raise my glass to thee
Don't reanimate corpses
Fifty times undone
Not once beneath the sun
Those jiggly wiggly worms
To taste such open flesh
The corpse so full the honey
The taste of delicate remorse
Fifty times still not done
Open heart
Competes against closed lungs
I love thee
Yes I do
But my final breath I take
Thy lucky judge
Once fought against thine own
But not once to protect
Twice to accept
And still fifty times not done
