The same as the room of oblivion, Inconspicuously, this time in a chair, On the joyride of soul's decapitation,
A meeting with the league of despair.

Where coffee flows like a river,
A guaranteed freedom to quiver, While walking on the caffeine sky, Diane, Kate, and Ella must be there, Laughing as I painfully die,
On a flutter of damnation.