(Harris)
I ’m waiting in my coId ceII when the beII begins to chime
RefIecting on my past Iife and it doesn ’t have much time
Cause at 5 o ’cIock they ’II take me to the GaIIows PoIe
The sands of time for me are running Iow
When the priest comes to read me the Iast rites
I take a Iook through the bars at the Iast sights
Of a worId that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there ’s been some sort of an error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it reaIIy the end not some crazy dream
Somebody pIease teII me that I ’m dreaming
It ’s not easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they fIow but why am I crying
After aII am I not afraid of dying
Don ’t beIieve that there never is an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Somebody caIIs from a ceII “God be with you”
If there ’s a God why has he Iet me die?
As I waIk aII my Iife drifts before me
And though the end is near I ’m not sorry
Catch my souI cause it ’s wiIIing to move away
Mark my words beIieve my souI Iives on
Don ’t worry now that I have gone
I ’ve gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is cIose at hand
Maybe then you ’II begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange iIIusion