Pluck your eyes out
With the master's withered hand
Where the planets
Grope around without a plan
On your knees now
Because you'll only suffer more
You must suffer
Yes, you mustn't only die
And the heavens
Grinding down, you can't be well
Hanging heavy in a sky
As black as oil
Crawling slowly
Face down in the muck
Crawling slowly
With an outstretched
Withered hand
Withered Hand was written by John Dwyer.
Withered Hand was produced by Chris Woodhouse.