All at once I saw a light on the edge of it all
It asked me why I was there and I shuffled nervously, hands in my pockets
The sweaty palms of billions of departed souls running down my back
It wasn't fun
I learned it was the place where Dante interviewed Caesar about Purgatory
They couldn't understand each other's intentions
What's more, rumour has it this is the land where kings and peasants from long ago and far away reside
And the land where we all died
But there's no water to keep it sustainable
They're drafting a five-year plan to figure out what to do

The King folded his arms and shooed me away
Said I had no place here
Only the dead and stoned could visit
And such I chose the latter
And at once I wish I had been wiser, as Hell seemed the place to be
For the damned sleep not
And the damned do not tread lightly
The damned take you round the bend
Into a darkened alleyway
To the edge of the night, where all the sorrow resides
And where all the opportunity lies
The damned take you to places you'll never be, and never want to be in your entire Christian life
But being damned yourself makes you drawn to it
Doesn't it?

Rest, you foolish senators and enlightened countrymen
For Hades can wait another day
For Heaven is suffering
As acceptance reigns in the King's throne
Only the desert will be saved for its resources
The well-oiled machines of entropy keep rattling
And the light on the edge continues to shine
And we all wait

WHAT YEAR IS IT?
WHO'S THE PRESIDENT?