"...We Can Still Love." [Part One]

Get your headless body out of bed.

Take hold of your television set and put it on,

Stumble out of your room, you intoxicated fuck.

Slide your hands along the walls as you walk down the hall,

A massive crucifix moving to the front door,

Take a quick look outside, with your television eyes.

Outside, the world is a cold and dead place,

The sun has forgotten how to shine,

And the trees have all died.

Your feet touch the cold steel of the stairs as you descend to the street.