The Pearly Gates

Never thought I'd ever get to stand at these gates/

the most precious time I ever spent was fanning each flame/

in a manic dreamstate, I had to leave late/

after passing each day so I could grab a clean slate/

I used a bent blade to slash through the thickened gloom/

just to meditate on all the things I did and didn't do/

I was an exhaust pipe that was spewing some clouds/

strolling past demons that were wiping drool from their mouths/

a gathering of friends that laid flat into the evening/

that tooth of the devil left me fastened to the ceiling/

thought I was doomed for hell, thought I was smelling the sulfur/

thought I wasn't doing well, thought I was dealt every puncture wound/

that this world could fucking do, epitome of drunken fool/

thought I was far beyond being something they could troubleshoot/

another bruise, another cut, another drug I'm crushing up/

another fluke, another jump, another son that's come undone/

I know something's up, why the fuck am I here?/

my downfalls stacked high could stretch a couple light years/

it's quite weird, I think I have a right to be suspicious/

opposite of errant knights, fires in the village/

sinking til I couldn't breathe, felt like I was pulling teeth/

I think I was shook in the dead center of that crooked scene/

to say the least, this decision left me confused/

come on, motherfucker, just tell me the truth/