A Neck for the Nameless Noose Lyrics

Farewell glance at ills for oft times unnamed. Mortal
self falls in times of strife once shamed. A neck for the nameless
noose. In golden field of butchers and hangmen. I dangle my
throat. Tourniquet sanguine as the dagger falls to all consequence.
To ponder alone the frail human vessel that pumps blood to
unworthy foul entrails delicate. All passion fled fast as the rivers
flow vast thus mankind is a disgrace to nature's wondrous
art. A final release of all mortal flesh; the eternal coward