Catacomb

Down in the Velvet Catacomb,
The dark is warm and I am coming through.
You called me reckless when I tore the ceiling down.
I only answered what the thunder asked of me.
The arcade saints are humming in a minor key,
And I have never been so unafraid to be.
Down in the Velvet Catacomb,
I buried every name I used to answer to.
Down in the Velvet Catacomb,
The dark is warm and I am coming through.