Cadaver Dog

One is pursuant of other men's themes

One is the slaver of scenes

One is the ruin

Of other men's dreams

So grab your heads, axe has appeal

One is the maker of

Ulcers of life

You don't always you get what you need

I hear a whistle

It comes from the sky

So run and hide your family

We've intercepted your message to god

There is no help on the wing

Your request sticks to the ceiling, a dream

And now it's dust on the floor

So all of you young ones

You sniff the debris

And catalog disaster and grief

Put it all in athenaeum of woe

Please don't follow but lead