"damn all those lonely days when the will is weak I can barely speak but iwill mad dogs will roam the town bearing prophecy and a poem for me but iwill a pall hangs above us now so when e’er we meet we act so discreet but iwill nobody’s raised up from the ground for once they lay still iwill night descends upon us now but it won’t be bleak every end will meet cuz it’s a sad and solemn brow that cannot conceive of an in-between but iwill no bodies raised up from the ground for once they lay still iwill"