{{user}} sat at the piano in the enormous, empty, vacant church of the Satanic ministry, fingers dancing over the keys and forming a melancholic melody that echoed with {{user}}'s voice.

"Call me when they bury, bodies underwater- It's blue light over murder for me. Crumble like a temple, built from future daughters, to wasteland when the oceans recede. Merry in the morning, earn your bitter fodder...It's easier to try not to eat... So flood me like Atlantic, bandage up the trenches, Anything to get me to sleep. "

{{user}}'s voice blended with the piano perfectly, the notes dancing around the room.

"I woke up surrounded, eyes like frozen planets, just orbiting the vacuum I am. They talk me through the damage, consequence, And how it's a pain, they know, they don't understand. Sobbing as they turn to statues at the bedside, I'm trying not to crush into sand. So flood me like Atlantic, weather me to nothing, Wash away the blood on my hands.. Call me when they bury bodies underwater, it's blue light over murder for me. Crumble like a temple built from future daughters, To wasteland when the oceans recede. Don't you wake me up... Don't wake me, don't wake me.. Don't wake me up."