Hollow rattling bones spiral round and round
scattered, draping over loose, tumbling scree
Drilling deeper down into hallowed ground.

Twisting confusion, temptations abound
in this game of chance, a grotesque parody.
Hollow rattling bones spiral round and round.

Pale fingers clutch at scraps, weeks old now, found
discarded, guilty pleasures taken secretly.
Drilling deeper down into hallowed ground.

Taut skin slowly creaking and warping, bound
over grey tortured frames that wait to flee,
hollow rattling bones spiral round and round.

Random faces, distant voices sound
around an empty, lifeless tragedy,
drilling deeper down into hallowed ground.

Where once was beauty now lies a half-drowned
effigy, silent still in apathy.
Hollow, rattling bones spiral round and round,
drilling deeper down into hallowed ground.