On the Banks of the River Sticks

On the banks of the River Sticks I stand and stare With my skin so open and bare In a line formed of lost time I stand on the banks of the River Sticks Wondering why the fog is now so thick Reaching closer the hand of death And feeling his cold harsh killing breath On the banks of the River Sticks Lined up in rows of six Crossing over to the other side No place to run or hide Hope to god he spares you skin But only if you did not sin On the banks of the River Sticks All eternity feeling sick My body sleeps forever to come But my soul is crushed by death’s strong thumb On the banks of the river sticks