7 a .m. there were kids and drums
On top of the TV somewhere innocently
And knocks the antenna off onto the bed
And it lands on the chest
of this little ball of stress
7am and the pendulum's swayed
With a burst of white light
kills the first taste of life
It paralyzed and freed me,
it stunned and released me
It summarized me in a word I can't say
And all of my life was shown
And I saw the total of who I'd become
As if in the end we add up to a number
Like finding the answer to all that you are
I might trigger my own death
So gently I cling to control over my breath
from all I've been carrying
Buried alive under my collapsed chest
I lift as my sense of what
For I saw the eyes of a heavenly face
That waits in a place that I no longer fear
As I cherish my every last day
I'm still here, I'm still here
I'm still here, I'm still here
What probably will get me
is a car crash in Jersey,
and I just can't wait anymore.