On the Mountain Looking Down

And you'll be stripped naked
And laid out in the pines
And the old men will stand around you
And look down upon my crimes

Seven hundred days were wasted
They were wasted like the seed
On your stomach like an altar
First they glistened, now they bleed

No you are not forgiven
For my cowardice or my fear
So go there and fuck your acolyte
Or bring him here and fuck for me

I stand above you hollow now
As you grind into the dirt
You are feeble and you are weak and cruel
Go suck his cock now, go feed your thirst.

In your mouth, I tasted beauty once
Between your legs, it tasted clear
So sing a sing about your mother
Or for your father, who sits right here

Your blood is like a lotion
Like an acid on my skin
And I stand upon a mountain
Made of weak and useless men

Don't go
Please don't go
Get out
Don't go