Towing Jehovah

Towing Jehovah
Well worn wings crumble too tired to forgive
And too battered to ever forget
I am the labor, I am this
I hang as your beloved hex
I'll bring the nails, and fevers of bad dreams
Nail him, burden her
Kill you, bury them, it's all the same
Holding your rope, try to forget me now
Great leveler, try to forget my name on a day like this