Crop Circles

Crop circles on the carpet, now I'm scared

The only thing I fear is my death

Can somebody tell me?

Tell me where I go?

Way down in the ground, right below

Will I be rotten to the core?

Or will I ascend to the big white pearly doors?

And I don't wanna do it on my own

And I don't want to walk the talk and talk the walk alone

Is it real now?

Does it seem now?

Like something I should have dreamed now?

Or is it something somebody told me long ago?

Woo, ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Crop circles on the carpet, now I'm dead

The only thing I fear is my head

Can somebody tell me

There's a better way for this?

Way down I been held long ago

But I keep surfacing for more

Can somebody show me?

Show me where we go?

Show me where we go

Show me where we go