Scarecrow

Passion stains the godless taste

The human eye now raped and dazed

Our marks of shame soon worn away

The spider's trapped an a web of clay

Naked in the desert of delight

Banish the thoughts into the night

Scarecrow servant of demise

Parting the honey from the flies

What's in the veins is what to keep

Stil the floods of raptures sound a sleep

Visions fade and die at ease

Inferior slaves are ours to please

The last of shadows shapes the end

From mountains high it all desscends

One single dagger unleash the doom

Creation falls in my closed room