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