Last night I was a demon in my Sleep,
Am afraid I'm already in too Deep,
My dream was a haunting ritual issuing a Warning,
So I hope you understand why I can't go to church this Morning.

They said, "No one ever really Changes."
That we always come back, even after a thousand Ages,
That it's a whole bloody circle, an endless session of Mourning,
So I hope you understand why I can't go to church this Morning.

Last night I laughed midway in my Prayer,
Am sorry, but with every next word I said, I sounded Lamer,
And when I closed my eyes, I was at the stake in...