Oh Healer, Lay your hands down upon my shameful skin Hollow words embraced like gold Kiss the ring of sin Increase the price of salvation Taste freedom Live in slavery, Illusion satisfies the meek The scum scraped from the bottom Break bread with leeches sinking in Lambs lie through sharks teeth Sound the horn the pigs come running Sound the horn so the pigs can feast like flies drawn to sweat Oh Healer, Heal me Pigs can feed Lord of lords, touch the sky Into the mouth of the bastard betrayer The taste of freedom denied No sanctuary in the sky Mourn for Osiris