Donnelly reports they hurled the body
In fear and disgust down the shaft
But I cannot corroborate this story
When Paul keeled over dead on the road to Damascus
They resuscitated him by hitting him in the chest
With stones gathered by the roadside
He was lifeless for twenty-one minutes
Certainly long enough for the oxygen levels in his brain
To have decreased and caused hallucinations and delusions of transcendence
I swallowed another handful of painkillers
And now I feel almost lucid
The island around me has retreated to a hazed distance
Whilst the moon appears to have descended into my palm to guide me
Industry [4x]
You're a stone-cold killer [7x]
And you're sick as fuck
Killer
Stone-cold killer, killer
And you're sick as fuck
Stone-cold killer
You're a stone-cold killer [7x]
And you're sick as fuck
You're a stone-cold killer
And you're sick as fuck
Feeling disgu-gusted
Disgu-gusted
Stone-cold killer
[..]
Kick you in the heart