Today, here we go, ready, set
It's just the temple of death.
Corners, crannies, stairways we crept,
Caution, there's creepy footsteps.
Surely we've enough protection
It's just our lives we protect.
We made the top, we made the crest
No sweat, like we're seasoned vets.
Rain impossible to unwet
Blood red silhouette sunset.
Where's messiah with a shotgun
When we spent so much, to get god damn empty chests?
