Ever been stuck on the wrong side of the door to heaven
You can hear others’ joy but you don’t have the key
I’m pleading at the lock but it won’t open
Those on the other side won’t hear the likes of me
From the warmth of safety to the chill of late October
Where I delight in visions vulgar and obscene
Between the shadows a land that exists without illumination
A well travelled kingdom where I can crown myself the Queen
Ever held in your hand the destruction you desire
Felt it slide shiny and slick beneath your finger and thumb
I feel the pain and it fills me with a great understanding
And in that knowing is a certain promise this pain will numb
Where do I go to find the path of least existence
Amongst these shattered cities built on tattered skin
When your not welcome to pray at the Kings cathedral
You build a chapel that will let you in
