Chimney, Don’t You Think?
Cool down the fires
The blaze is out of control
There is only one way out of this mess
And through the chimney there is salvation
All of the hurry and bustle a person can make only stoke the flames
The fire is the breath of Niddhog, who gnaws at the roots of Yggdrasil
Were we to slow down?
Would the world be better for us?
Of course it wouldn’t
Our destiny is misery
This horrible rock we live on is the home of forgotten gods
The only way out is through the chimney
But the house has fallen down around our ears
Now we must fend for ourselves as best we can
Waiting for a big explosion to go off and tear us away from our lives
But how can we leave our ramshackle existences without saying goodbye
A final farewell to the bitch of a mother that brought us screaming into this world
The Answer to our questions lie at the feet of a 1000-foot tall giant named Scorn
He waits at the end of the path to hear our pathetic excuses before he gobbles us up
Like some rip off from the children’s stories our mommy read us
There will be no beanstalk for us here, no fair maidens except Hatred
A cold wench who waits to eat our hearts from our breasts
She is at the end of another path
The path next to Shame
Just down the way from Regret
How many times must the long walk of life end at Pearly Gates?
St. Peter has gone into Heaven, locked the gates, and put up the No Vacancy sign
There is only one way to get to where there is safe ground
And through there the chimney there is sanctuary
But if the roof has fallen down
Where is the chimney?
IT’S A FUCKING METAPHOR!!!!!
