Patchwork

I heard the oxygen get sucked away from you

We built a room inside a room inside a room

For ourselves

We prayed in there

Did nothing else

We multiplied seven by seven by seven and we saw hell

And I climbed the pyramids of Giza in my dreams

I asked the bird god Ra if anything is as it seems he said no

Not under the moon

So I payed Ra my compliments and stole every shadow from the pharaoh's tomb