Like sacred cows for slaughter

When we walk

We strive to the grave or the gallows

Hallowed by names we can‘t speak

May their mercy be kind on our souls

When we talk

They hide in the caves and their shadows

They follow you round by the creek

Not worthy to stand behind poles

Feeling stalked

we hide behind banners of nothing

awaiting the time of our deaths

a memorable reason to go

and on the way, they’ll treat you well

like sacred cows for slaughter