All the pumpings nearly over for my sweet heart.
This is the one for me,
Time to meet the chef,
Oh boy! The running ma s out of death.
Feel cold and old, its getting hard to catch my breath.
Its back to ash, now, youve had your flash boy
The rocks, in time, compress
Your blood to oil,
Your flesh to coal,
Enrich the soil,
Not everybodys goal.
Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,
But Im sure I hear a train.
Oh boy! I dont even feel no pain
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! Does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Or heaven plug a hole in earth - how wonderful to be so profound,
When everything you are is dying underground.
I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.
I could have been exploded in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones,
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for Gods elastic acre
The door bell rings and its
Good morning Rael
So sorry you had to wait.
It wont be long, yeah!
Shes very rarely late.