you been trapped in room 13 for three days straight
with Go Where You Wanna Go playing on repeat
there's a scorching spoon dropped to the floor
burning a hole in the beautiful dead carpet
and I,
the ALMIGHTY,
writing on the wall:

'This really is the end, this time.'

And you know you got to believe it
this time
because there are little hills in London
where you've been cutting veins and breathing pipes
and where motherfuckers from one side or another
are putting an end to things
one way or another,
and suddenly it's all very last days of Rome.

the manager been knocking on the door every other hour
some shit bout the police
but we know we are the law and the unlaw
and fuck me
how long is there left anyway?

I just want it written here,
before they hack everything and erase everything and work it all out
and work it all away:

I waz ere,
park bench,
bradford,
selma, carried fire for me yeah.

each night before she went to bed, my baby
whispered a little prayer for me.

I was ere
and so I have conquered the whole universe.