Death is carrying you
Bringing you home
Bolts the door
Grows a worm
Folds his hands on you
Steady like a fungus
Many times you've dreamed this
Bowels of gold
Gout and gallstones
Blow the light from you
A magical spell is on you
A dance of particles in front of you
Going home, obscured
Going alone, I am sure
A cloudy cloak on
A growing mold coat
Shiny place
Flowing hormones
The dead is on you
Glowing photons
Oh
A magical spell is on you
