Sweep me up!
Floating above my body, don't the doctors know I just want to go away?
Though it might be policy, there is nothing you can do to make me want to stay
There is nothing you can do now to heal my brain
The shadows descend, my spirit lengthens and bends
Is there a heaven for expired men who die young but grow old?
Flatlined and clear, a voice says, 'You can't stay here,
It's with fear you have to fight now if you are to transcend this mold of Do What You're Told
Spiraling light, now pressing play on my life,
I feel the diamonds of family and friends in the palm of my hand
The voice reappears, says 'For 7,000 years
these souls must come to this place to enlist in the rolls of the damned
Up, on this hill, they're together
Up, on this hill, we're together
We're here because we're here
Who will pull the arrow from my spine?
Was it my imagination, or could it be the light I saw was the breath of the lord?
One more generation, swallowed by the darkness lying on the shore
Fastened to the deep by the silver cord
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