I was crosswired underground
Nothing seemed to fit
I was fried and memory bound
Then it came to me

I was on a different plane
He said come to me
Laid his hands upon my brow
That's the last of me

Don't be sorry
It's no disgrace
But never worry (unless)
You have no faith

Death's not final so we're told
Words are so profound
Who the hell wants to get old
But ask in the final hours

See him coming
He has no face
You must stop running
You must have faith