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