covered in the ash gray shade of the overhead track ace of spades black in those chestnut browns most of the way to over dose looming dark, damp earth and deaths laid wolf headed guests, let them in, all of them they can all come right in at least their honest, at least with me they have been and i think how much you look like my sister christ, it doesn't take much, you look exactly like her and you sense a gate of fire, we are all passing through some of us wait 'til the end and some of us pass right through