Thank The Lord We All Come Together Into Coalesce

If you've reached heights, a fall means death If you've swum a lake, any drop in stroke Will lead you to your ultimate swift demise Then, fear no more, sirs, and dip your toes Hang upside down from your father's balustrade Like a bat about to take a long-earned snooze In a cavern where no one else could dare breathe Eking out a living, be happy with your subsistence And there, whilst you too are sinfully sinning Be blest - that you are alive and living. Be happy the breeze is under imaginary wings If you've reached heights, a fall means death Hold on to your breath and wave Thank the lord we all come together into coalesce.