[Lyric] Picket Sin (Hickok)

Bloodied knuckles wrapped dead white;
Brother's palms filled with rusted, cold iron;
Walking ghost found pale moonlight

My faded, foggy memories of us as
Boys, beaten, broken, but still we lingered on...

Burning embers pressed to skin;
Brother's breath shouts what he claimed a liar;
Black goat hangs in picket sin

My forgotten, fucked memories of us with
Bruises, botched, beloved, smiling like we were kings...