You're walking on gallows ground, and there's a rope around your neck. It stretches to hell and back, and remember, you haven't seen anything yet. Dust to dust, your ashes in my hair. I know that I am going, though I don't know where. By myself there is no why. Put enough words together, you'll come up with something pretty. That it took you so long to learn, now that was a pity. It's all been done before, so don't bother with being original. If I could fight anyone, I'd fight myself. Worship and faith are for those who want to be saved.