I see the crooked tree
And the frozen branches
I can feel them
Crawling down my spine
I want to smell the weed
And taste the sigarette
I want to drink wine
In the mausoleum
Give me the hammer
Give me the saw
So I can build my shrine
Turn off the light
And walk away
So I can pretend I'm not alive
I can see the chapel
Up on the high throne
Craving my submission
I will not undertake
Save the pity and the grief
And the unspoken words
I will have my peace
In the mausoleum
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