If you want then when we die
we’ll ascend to someplace way up high.
At the gate, they’ll show you through.
If they ask me, I’m with you
As I drown in lakes of fire,
I will call your name as I expire.
It’s the last thing that I’ll do.
I will tell them I’m with you
And I’ll face the one who made
my disgusting heart from a lump of clay.
Should he ask what got me through,
If he asks me, it was you