I feel like I'm flying away,
Out of this world, out of the way.
I sense that my end is coming closer and closer,
Lying on my death bed, waiting 'till its over.
I see myself in a graveyard, in a hole,
Where everyone else is already dead and cold.
I hear the opening sound of the heavenly gates
But my mind knows that there are still many other ways;
I hear the boiling-world under me,
And my body twitches as if that were my destiny.
I feel myself being swallowed up by the earth
And being pushed down to hell, by the curse;
For as long as I've lived on earth
My life was horrible, so there must have been a curse.
Surrounded with darkish red walls,
I'm walking down hell's great halls.
I feel the curse lifting, going away from me;
Now I'm sure that I'm in the right place you see.
This is my home, I realize now,
But to be happy, I don’t know how.
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