what would you do, who would you call?
who will write the history of that final day?
That last minute on earth
one minute alone, lost word or cause
for one who had everything,
now unfold this scary beautiful end
saving your last famous words
maybe just whistle a tune on a plain bird of clay
fractions of time is all that is left
now it's time who's killing you, they've closed the store
waiting to fly like pigs in the dirt
but your wings are broken, bent & burnt they say
check your account, to buy a way out
but you cannot beat the feeling of being alive!!!
saving your last famous words
maybe just whistle a tune on a plain bird of clay
Last minute on earth, in the rapids of time
A story on wheels without rhythm (or rhyme)
Racing the memory lane, high and low
You own the world but got nowhere else to go
Last fraction of hope, a flickering light
Voices so clear step out of the night
...go talk to your God instead of talk to yourself
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