With fingers of wheat
Traced in blood
No one bleeds
No one needs
Hell comes

Five little girls
Wanted pearls
Four little boys
We know of these
And knees
Shaking

Fingers and wheats
Acne
Till they bleed
Till it bleeds

Snaked out
Shaked out

Snaked out
Shaked out

Follows
Clothe them
Weld them
Sir G
Sir G