Passed out at noon   You woke up in a waiting room   Full of blurry magazines      You tried to focus and read    but you were excited to meet your maker      The room slowly emptied of blurry blank faces   Until you at last, heard them call out your name      But when they showed you in   You didn't meet your maker   Just a group like you   Holding short straws      And then the office fell   Into the hold of the calico   [Wear black, sandman flipped on a   bid where you roam]?      His click click ticked on with no talk   To the beak of a feeding chicken   Who's pecking at his feed   With his beak on the bottom of his cage   At a pace you were sticking too      Until through storms of feathers   You arrive at a coast on the edge of Lanai   Where there's one remaining flame   Black man took yours and set them on fire      And left you there with your makeshift torches   Said: "Wait just a little more   And soon you'll see your maker   In the flickering lights."      Before some time   Your torches die   And it was pitch, cold   Dark black      So when the white mask   So when the white mask   Came at last   It was out of sight   So when the white mask   Came at last   It was out of sight   Devil out of sight