Weaving Clothes

[?] disease [??] is screaming
Come back to the world you're leaving
Down the dark and empty street
The party caries on for me
We gathered hear in mourning of our abandoned beliefs
With good grace grieving the people all of us once used to be
With mighty glow the air is thick
Our bodies pulse and swell and stink like
All of hell and all of heaven
Finally breaking lose together
Threads of chaos we can weavе into bandages bed sheets and tapestriеs