covered in the ash gray shade of the overhead track
ace of spades black in those chestnut browns
most of the way to over dose
looming dark, damp earth and deaths laid
wolf headed guests, let them in, all of them
they can all come right in at least their honest,
at least with me they have been
and i think how much you look like my sister
christ, it doesn't take much, you look exactly like her
and you sense a gate of fire, we are all passing through
some of us wait 'til the end and some of us pass right through