I died on Good Friday from swimming in smoke
It was worth it
And I felt all the world start to sing in my name,
And they drank my blood
Well I spent some time in the blackest abyss
It was peaceful
And getting reborn, well it hurts like a bitch
I do not recommend it
I lied on Palm Sunday and said I was pure
And faithful
And I realized the spirits, they lived in my feet
How they itched and made me sane
Then I disappeared like I hoped that I would
In my past life
And I realized the Lord's watch, it runs a bit slow
He answers each prayer a century too late.