That hallway, dark and silent. Like the grave it is my tomb
And no resting place
And no resting place
It has become my church
Wooden floors, sacred asylum
If I crawl down the stairs
And find the ornament snake
Lay a stone upon its shining head
And wipe the running blood from my neck
To be free finally, safe and sound
Disbelieve all I see, my own eyes
The walls are written white with chalk
The dust in the air will choke if I walk through the mausoleum
Lay a stone upon its shining head
And wipe the running blood from my neck
To be free finally, safe and sound
Disbelieve all I see, my own eyes
If I crawl down the stairs, close my eyes
Find the ornament snake bound in lies
Nail the tail to the door. Home at last
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