| Five more bottles into the hole,
Gaping, amorphous pit of a
Headless and spiritless husk,
Indian corn roasting on a spit,
Jeers as the maize flesh simmers away.
Keeping to their bastard tradition
Leper skin flaking off their hearts
Masters of the sacrificial bender
No mercy for the newcomer
Ode to ethanol; hail depressants | 
