Wake - Dikembe

We made room in a casket

Just a little bit of space

«I guess I’ll live there sometimes

Throw stones and keep you safe.»

It moved so slow

Like it was plastered in place

«You were a no-show

Set out to lay me to waste

Sat alone at the wake

To watch you sing my praises

If I reach the ceiling, I’ll probably explode

I don’t know

Now I’m running down ghosts

To raise hell in your home

Then I’m running down ghosts

To raise hell on the throne."