I see the crooked tree And the frozen branches I can feel them Crawling down my spine I want to smell the weed And taste the sigarette I want to drink wine In the mausoleum Give me the hammer Give me the saw So I can build my shrine Turn off the light And walk away So I can pretend I'm not alive I can see the chapel Up on the high throne Craving my submission I will not undertake Save the pity and the grief And the unspoken words I will have my peace In the mausoleum