Behold the frame Of the very last doorway The one that you would Never (ever) have wanted to cross The threshold is wide As your hope is narrow You could tell its size If pain could be measured in holes A room without space Its borders are painted with oil The merciless place Where flutes of derangement call The spell of the pit The alluring depths of the gorge Do throw yourself in Rejoice in the speed of the fall Be removed each one Of the seven layers of your skin Naked and pure To cherish the kiss of the knife You'll like it in here Morals are as loose As the teeth of a child