As I lay dying,
I saw the eyes, the eyes of God.
Thy kingdom come.
A force so strong pulled me along
as I lay dying.
As I lay dying,
I laughed as I had never laughed before
at circumstance and the evened score,
as I lay dying.
As I lay dying I touched the air,
felt the chill, the blinding stare
of my mind's eye, began to cry
as I lay dying.
As I lay dying, I felt so strange:
although I bleed, I feel no pain,
and just like life it seems insane -
but now I'm dying.
Look at your soul in the mirror:
every choice you've made is etched upon its face.
Epitaph carved by your actions
Are we searching for a different state of grace?
No one is sure of the answer
Is this just a waiting room for something else?
How can you measure life?
Is it something we must lose to find ourselves?
Will it just go on after I am gone?
I saw above my heaven and beneath as well.
The threat of hell...
will my sins be forgiven?