Effigy Lyrics

Hang this man; burn this man
Put to death, my imperfection,
Built me now, a recreation

Pore, scar, wart, mole, roll, stye ?
A straying eye
God is in the details
And don't forget the darkened husks of azure eyes

Somewhere my scarecrow
Is watching and waiting
Crash through the tree line
And hoist him up shaking

Effigy ? I burn the waste of me,
I douse in kerosene
These eyes of birthstone December cauterize
Blight the sky
And send my sins on high,
In plumes the man I knew
Takes flight in flickered release
Of beautiful butane blue

Unwashed mass of follicles and folly
Scar, pores and poor decisions
Raise me up; twist the noise; my abuses
Are never more to stain another life ?
My war crimes excreted

Somewhere my scarecrow
Is writhing and wailing
Below the furnace
And smell my sins melting

Effigy...

Skull, heal,
Skin, peal,
Bones, wood,
Be, good

Ember to mannequin of dry timber,
Tin hips and leather lips smooth from my life
My former self painstakingly rendered
Crab-louse coat shorn from wriggling wasteflesh,

Wisp and wither

Effigy...

Butane blue, butane blue?