Catacomb

Down in the Velvet Catacomb,
The dark is warm and I am coming through.
I carved a doorway where the mirrors used to hang,
Traded my halo for a coat of kerosene.
The choir sings in static, and I sing along,
Every scar a circuit, every circuit clean.
Down in the Velvet Catacomb,
I buried every name I used to answer to.
Down in the Velvet Catacomb,