covered in the ash gray shade of the overhead track 

 ace of spades black in those chestnut browns 

most of the way to over dose 

looming dark, damp earth and deaths laid 

wolf headed guests, let them in, all of them 

they can all come right in at least their honest, 

at least with me they have been 

and i think how much you look like my sister 

christ,  it doesn't take much, you look exactly like her 

and you sense a gate of fire, we are all passing through 

some of us wait 'til the end and some of us pass right through