I salute you, Christopher I salute your life How you play the dice Your words will live in us Timelessly insane Explosive, fresh, and wise Some will just forget Some will close their eyes Some will turn the tide I salute you, Christopher Whiskey-razed and downed You risked, and you took the crown Console yourselves That a scientific death is better than a fairytale Of the eternal life Control yourselves 'Cause the Man in the Sky is a tyrant and a lonely psychopath Dreamed up to steal your minds A horseman on a track A brilliant gentle wreck With a brittle mouth the price No submit, no compromise Saint Christopher, all the truths And the destroyer of soulstrings and threats They will learn to see in time They will think before they refuse The civilization road I salute you, Christopher I declare you as our King Or Queen, depending on your mood