Death is carrying you Bringing you home Bolts the door Grows a worm Folds his hands on you Steady like a fungus Many times you've dreamed this Bowels of gold Gout and gallstones Blow the light from you A magical spell is on you A dance of particles in front of you Going home, obscured Going alone, I am sure A cloudy cloak on A growing mold coat Shiny place Flowing hormones The dead is on you Glowing photons Oh ♪ A magical spell is on you