Basement Choir

There’s a choir in the basement And none of them are alive There’s a man at the front and he’s waiting I see the glint of his scythe There’s a choir in the basement There’s a choir in the basement I said “Mister What’s the issue? Why are they down there with you?” He said “There’s a kind of tissue That every being goes through And they were never quite aware of it Until I took them there” There’s a choir in the basement There’s a choir in the basement You’re better off not knowing No use in your sorrowing The door is now closed And the fire’s growing There’s a choir in the basement There’s a choir in the basement