After the Afterlife

Welcome to the afterlife Welcome to the afterlife Welcome to the afterlife Welcome to the afterlife Sitting by the river, I think I smell some rain Silver puddles glitter behind the old jail Wet snails get wetter, crawling towards perfume The air sifts like snow, moth wings crumble by a daylit fire Ash of dead wood pil higher, pyre, pyre for fox guts blazing mire Welcome to the afterlife Welcome to the afterlife Welcome to the afterlife Welcome to the afterlife Afternoon time, after lifetimes Twilight's best for Venus fly trap Cloudless drops tare at my cheeks Bruised speaker raven beak Neon stars twinkle in the night Sage-smoke, rainbow, money signs Welcome to the afterlife Welcome to the afterlife Welcome to the afterlife