Aorta - Devil, Maggot & Son lyrics

Three things seek my d**h. Hard at my heels they run. Hang them sweet Christ all three. Devil, Maggot, and Son. So much does each of them crave. The morsel that falls to his share. He cares not, nor does he think. What falls to the other pair. The Devil that crafty one. Captures my soul in sin. He leaves my flesh to the worms. My money to my kin. Money to my kin. My sons think more of the money. That comes to them when I die. Than a soul they can't spend. A body that none would buy. And how would the maggots fare. On a soul too thin to eat. Money thats too tough too chew. The maggots must have their meat. Christ speared by the blind man. Christ nailed to a tree. The three that are seeking my end. Hang them sweet Christ all three. Hang them sweet Christ all three.