Tower of Silence

That hallway, dark and silent
Like the grave it is my tomb and no resting place
It has become my church, wooden floors, sacred asylum
If I crawl down the stairs and find the ornament snake
Lay a stone upon its shining head and wipe the running blood from my neck
To be free finally, safe and sound, disbelieve all I see, my own eyes
The walls are written white with chalk
The dust in the air will choke if I walk through the mausoleum
Lay a stone upon its shining head and wipe the running blood from my neck
To be free finally, safe and sound, disbelieve all I see, my own eyes
If I crawl down the stairs, close my eyes, find the ornament snake bound in lies
Nail the tail to the door
Home at last