Testo Comfort (The Iceman Cometh)

brothers and sisters
desperation is a faithful friend of mine
he walketh with me through shadowed valleys
he draineth my soul
hanging from the arms of mother ape
we pray the lord our souls to take
and all is well
here in our safe haven we can feel rest
we can be still
at ease
asleep
in our soul's landfill
waiting waiting waiting
for the souded alarms and the sirens of ships wrecked
a lonely crew perching on the shoulders of the scarecrow he's met
only here we know peace
only here we feel complete