You wipe off the dirt
From your cold, cold face
You go to your hut

And it's such a warm place
You make yourself coffee
And then you see your photo

With candles lit around it
You realize what happened
And the decision you made


How you'll come to terms with the new channel
And how you'll ever repent


You rise from the grave
And then you find

Your body's not reclaimed
And then you change your mind
Western medicine

Came to the island
A bit too late
you've got to deal with the succubus

When she grabs you for a while

And you're fresh out of aura

From the powers that be
You raised up your head
You swore on the stand

That you're here to stay
And try to reverse the tide
But the winds are gonna pick you up at random

They don't care what important deal you got goin'
you'll be forced into glowing big holes


Can you think for yourself so gallantly now?
Like you did when you led the saints on a leash?


You rise from the grave
And then you find
Your body's not remade

Then you change your mind
Eastern gurus
Gonna turn up their nose

At your situation
you've got to ride in the swirling vortex
That is taking you down to the low region plane