There is a road to the city
called Painted Husk Road
To the tops of the towers it goes.

There is a sign in the sky
With colors in code.
It's a whimsical, crazy religion.

You'll float along faster
If you vibe with the signs
The inside won't matter
If the outside is fine

Just know when you meet
Someone out on the street
They don't all waste time
Trying hard to be sweet

There's a bitterness there
In the judgment of men
What's the reason to even suspend?

When we're more chemicals
Than chemists,
Better teeth
Than are dentists,
Only parts of this body will mend.