That hallway, dark and silent. Like the grave it is my tomb
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