Young girls tied you up Dragged you by your sleeves Through a city of mud Hog-tied to a post Enthroned by disillusion There's nothing to muster up So settle debts in front of the one And see it clear On all sides uniformed traitors Ragtag brigades, unknowing fratricides Dangling feet, A breath through a hood mask Bubbling, the blood Embrace the con of each other's sins Troubadours, sit by the property line Lifting torches, placards Drafting up a resignation Artillery, useless when knives open sides By the embankment the smell of charges all being set Everyone, cursed When they cut the body down When they cut your body down All of them cursed