There will be a time when there will be too much to fit  So I will make room  Hammer in hand  As blood and bone fall away  Like rain upon the deepest ocean of nothing  The filth will drip from entry wounds  To turn to mush upon the floor  With eyes shut tight as I make silent apologies  I reflect on black hours and skull in hands  As the gold falls into the abyss  So will the red  And I will crawl beneath the soil to understand  My gift to you  Just make sure to follow my lead