The closer I get to death
(And I feel it coming, breath panting, stinking lovingly licking it’s lips,)
I hunt for those people who will search for me like I will search for them
On that cold land of abandon.
It ain’t easy finding souls that are blind and don’t perceive
The seriousness of this business
Seeking companionship for the afterlife.
We may only touch incorporeal fingertips
floating around that primordial womb
Or ricochet, our atman shocked by the close proximity
Memories weaving dreams building basic personas
For the next visit to another life force.
But seeing as how our species is bound and determined
To kill itself out of material selfishness
I want to be prepared to be seeking those someones familiar
For a long existence in the void.
Pixies – Monkey Gone To Heaven (Official Video)
When I die I hope they show where I kept going wrong ’cause I don’t want to repeat this cr@p in another time.