Lyrics:
Cry havoc
Dog machine, my king
Smoke through his nose
smoke through his teeth
spins his wheels
wheels within wheels etc
grind, grind,
grind those ivory pegs,
sunk deep into his legs,
striped from arse to tooth,
in war paint
Cry havoc
There will never be too many holes,
fields of sun bleached bone,
prayers he dust have claimed,
trees the dead have born,
rain made paste
that scars his face
as war paint
War Paint
And here we sink
the ground licked it's parched lips
and swallowed us as dust
We and him we sink
in War Paint
