Take my hand
It's borrowed
Take my arms
They're on loan
The green chair melts the post
And all who stand near the flames
Suffer immense joy
Under the ceiling fan

Take it all
I don't care
I'll just sit
In the chair
Burning wood next to
The black post where it grew
Looking down it's knee deep
The crimson flow starts to seep

I am dead
Just like you
So don't tell
Me what to do
The smoke clears above the post
(And) the body falls into the hole
In the green chair sits death