Thirst

There was gossip, there were pleas
There were rumors of meaning in meaningless things
Widows readied their marital beds
Litters of bastards gnawed at your breast

The filthy are first to be showered in love
The world's gone mad
We dress them in furs as they travel the Earth
Saints wear rags

You blessed our home, we took you in
But you had come to a place where the plague had been
It burrowed into your graces and airs
It took your queen, it hawked your wares

The stoic are first to be covered in shit
And life goes on
But when it don't anymore I'll see you in hell where I am God
God damn it, wait

They don't love you like I do
But I don't know you like them
They don't love you like I do
They love you better, I know you best

Every hostile deed is your death
It's not mine
Every hostile deed is your death
It's not mine