I was daydreaming about my end

I found it gruesomely

I knew it completely

That I was small as I looked up to see

Isn't it perfect to have death in sight?

Isn't it worth it to have peace of mind?

I don't need a place to go

When I give up the ghost

Tulips in my spring should grow

As I decompose

And I was freeing

Dispersing light upon us as we breathe

When I was fleeing

I felt the power

The universe bequeaths

Isn't it perfect to have death in sight?

Isn't it worth it to have peace of mind?

Is it perfect to have death in sight?

Is it worth it to have peace of mind?

I don't need a place to go (to go, to go, to go)

When I give up the ghost

Tulips in my spring should grow (to go, to go, to go)

As I decompose

I don't need a place to go (to go, to go, to go)

When I give up the ghost

Tulips in my spring should grow (to go, to go, to go)

As I decompose

(To go, to go, to go)

(To go, to go, to go)

(To go, to go, to go)

(To go, to go, to go)