St. Peter's Cathedral
St. Peter's cathedral, built of graniteBut ever fearful of the answerWhen the candle in the tunnelIs flickering and sputters and fading faster
It's only then that you will knowWhat lies above or down belowOr if these fictions only proveHow much you've really got to lose
At St. Peter's cathedral, there is stained glassThere is a steeple that is reachingUp towards the heavensSuch ambition never failing to amaze me
It's either quite a master planOr just chemicals that help us understandThat when our hearts stop tickingThis is the end and there's nothing past this
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