Invitation to a Beheading

O Rodion
Curled into a ram’s horn
Working like a spider a spider a spider
On the seasick root of the seasick root
I saw Satan fall like lightning
And a black ink spot on a blank wall
Guarding a bank vault
That had nothing inside but an alpine silence
We were at home watching History of Violence
O Rodion
Were you bargaining for my soul
Working like a spider a spider a spider
Gonna crush you good under my good foot
Cemetery mailboxes serviced by postal ghosts
Take a bite of knowledge apple and call the lord of hosts
Breaking apart all the scaffolds
Wearing a blindfold
No one in sight but a two bit Chaplin
We were at home watching all the little tramplings
O Rodion
In the cinema of despair
Working like a spider a spider a spider
Gonna flip your wig gonna strip you bare