Home, home…I go home, when we meet you god we go home
When we meet your god we will say:

Say goodbye, you know I’ve tried
But now the time to mourn has died.
It’s cold inside the worm

Nothing ever bothers me now.

Lady Vagine, you know I’m dying
But to my surprise, the punishment subsides.
It’s cold inside, my son.

Nothing ever bothers you now.