Seeping From the Skull

The pinnacle of Earth's extraordinary Skills aren't the ones on the screen So cut me a slice, and draw Jesus Christ Send me, your bastard, upstream Notice how the maggots grow with each word Seeping from the skull, and writhing in sunlight Notice how the type of one to be heard Is the type of one to breathe before midnight A serpentine glean from a dimwitted demise Picking up your body parts for use in the shrine