The leasing-making dribbles out from 'neath the lyke-gate

A long walk of sedition, cold milk on a hot day

Let it wash over you

You thank God you are a Christian

With a car that you drive using your average sized hands

Let it wash over you, then ask yourself

"Is there love here in this place?"

And ichor spills forth

You are the benefactor

Just like the first time you died

Look alive

I'll go, cavitations all aglow

An hour late for the reckoning and I've burned through my flambeau

With the eyes-opened brethren

You ascend the stairs to heaven

But the queue at security

Stretches down the whole Acheron

You can dine with us

We could dig the bodies up

You can die here, rent free

We have stories, all of us do

We just don't have time to tell them