I salute you Christopher
I salute your life
How you played 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 raised and downed
You risked and you took the crown
Console yourselves
That a scientific death is better than a fairy tale
Of the eternal life
Control yourselves
Because the man in the sky is a tyrant and a lonely psychopath
Dreamed up to steal your minds

horseman on a trial
brilliant gentle wreck
With a [bad word] mouth for press
No submit, [bad word] 
Saint Christopher of the [bad word] 
And a destroyer of screens and threats
They will learn to see in time
They will think before they refuse
The [bad word] 

I salute you Christopher
I declare you as our king
Or queen, depending on your mood