His blistered hands Clenching splinters of the working class Inflamed by humble servitude Infected by a simple doctrine For he plows The drought stricken fields resurrecting the grains for consecration He is the hollowed shell of a man Siphoned of blood For the body of Christ Dying vicariously Through the worship of vice Infected by a simple doctrine Siphoned of blood he stands forever in the shadow Of consecration Siphoned of blood, a hollow shell Dying vicariously He stands forever