This is a song about "More followers"

God give me one sentence more

Im seated by the floor

Who shows her face no more

Or something that you paid for

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

You see i gotta go to war

Your only lord/ lurking for more

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Buy a dime, maybe more, finish that than smoke some more,