It's your party bopping the gristle    
of sanctimonious heathens  
with no cover charge  
Hats off to the body-snatchers  
in delirium's sweet memories    
of intoxication  
Welcome to my hidey-hole  
of puddings and veins  
and hypocrites    
as Jesus resurrects  
Farewell you sinners  
forget the afterlife  
What awaits you  
is a kiln with eternal strife.