In maze-like passages of the underworld I felt blind as a bat.
When a flickering light shone on my path like a guiding star,
I heard, ''I know we can't all stay here forever, but
If we start dreaming, we'll become what we really are.''
My visions died on me, and I heard, ''Wake up to reality! ''
I was powerless to fly: my angel buddy took back my wings.
The last thing I glanced at was some vague faceless entity
Telling me, ''You still have to wait till the fat lady sings.''
On your way to Hades you meet a hobbit with a two-arm habit
Who says, ''Another good bang in the arm can't cause harm.
Take my hit spike and shoot a load before you hit the road.
You smelled the stuff and faced the last roundup with a laugh.'''
The angels gave me a coded message in my visionary dream:
I had to dive into the past to prevent you from pulling the trigger.
When demons blocked my way and shot me down, from pain did I scream.
I was left shot up and helpless to fight them: they sapped my vigor.
A bright unearthly light from above left you
Sightless and laid a trip on you.
Out of the dark corners of your haunting memory
Came quivering noise of painful silence
I wish I were a little scamp again,
Having nothing but games on the brain.
If I regained that lost feeling of being free,
I would tell everyone around me to go climb a tree.
In the reign of the heartless ghosts you feel like a square peg.
An alien among disaffected spectres, you won't break a leg.
You suspect that they have their hearts in the wrong place
When they blame you for violation of their land's airspace.
I'll be waiting to meet with you beyond the dreamland
Where space is open-ended, and time runs at a snail's pace.
If you screw up, I'm gonna lend you a helping hand:
In afterlife it is necessary that you find your place.
Blown out, you're looking the sun in the eye till nightfall
Without realizing that the blazing star has kiped your eyesight
And you're stepping into nonexistence of the infinite night
Where freaky visions blindside you, driving you up the wall.
She said, ''I know we're gonna depart this life someday,
But is there any proof that our souls will slide into the next one?
Can we stay ourselves after entering heaven? What d'ya say? ''
I told her, ''Death is a real lie, or rather illusory verity;