Anyway

All the pumping's nearly over for my sweetheart

This is the one for me

Time to meet the chef

Oh boy!　The running man is out of death

Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath

It's back to ash, "now, you've had your flash boy"

The rocks, in time, compress

your blood to oil

your flesh to coal

enrich the soil

not everybody's goal

Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse

But I'm sure I hear a train

Oh boy!　I don't even feel no pain-

I think 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 like the pull on the rope, let m off at the rainbow

I could have been exploded in space

Diffirent orbits for my bones

Not me, just quietly buried in stones

Keep the deadline open with my maker!

See me stretch; for God's elastic acre

The door bell rings and it's

"Good morning, Rael

So sorry you had to wait

It won't be long, yeah!

She's very rarely late"