Burning embers, turning red
Now my face is cold and dead
Christend son has gone to hell
Know that life just is not well

Now i lay me down to sleep
Dear departed soul should keep
All the facts that aren't true
All the things they told of you

Now i lay around the couch
Sitting in a wold of slouch
Ignoring every word of God
Losing love and life and mod

In an embered sleepless hollow
Cramped inside a world of follow
Losing everything that's true
Now i leave this word to you

Everyone has raised against
He who thought he wasn't fenced
Now he's lost; a broken soul
Defeated by the toil and toll

Never can he now escape
Now that his whole world's been raped
Ever fearing of the mold
Over one who's life's been sold

Given for a fling or screw
Traded like a stupid shrew
Ever longing for the sun
And that satin's lost this one

Wishing he could surely win
Even though he's had his sin
Even though he can't undo
What his heart told him to do

Every life was over-sold
Every time's gone to the mold
He is now the only one
Who can stand up to the done

Gone into the great forgotten
Realm below the hat of cotten
Cotton balls beneath the floor
Through the endless open door

Between the realm of molten lava
Christian son did lose his java
Java from his cup before
He'd opened up the loveless door

Given, gone and now forgotten
Peace and love that he had gotten
Love lesser than was before
In this world of lost-lenore

In this book i stood repeating
That one word that came intreating
"Continue on the easy street
And don't forget to change the sheet"

Repentance is the hardest volley
A new hope is not my folley
But it's easier to go
Than to what it was befo'