Eulogies sing remarkable praise. My mother can't recognize what's Safe beneath this vacant face. I see heaven but it's out of my reach, Floating between the earth and Glorified tranquility. How I wish that I could breathe on my own. Machines watch closely over Numbers that remain too low. Oh, I see Hell coming, but it's Just not strange enough for me. Reminds me of home's four walls and Futile possibilities. So, why am I dead? Why am I sleeping? Why am I dead? Why am I sleeping? Why am I dead? Or why am I sleeping? Why am I dead? Or why am I sleeping? (Oh my God...) I spoke to Jesus and he told me where I'll be when I die. The sky would cave in but it's never looked so bright in my mind. I start to breathe, open my eyes. (Oh my God...) One taste of oxygen can drive a man insane before long. One flaw of character is deciding when and where to go wrong. I pull the plug and you are gone.