Your days of abundance are numbered The price of forfeit of slumber You've ignored this for too long You've ignored all those calls up to arms And as you creep From folds of debilitating sleep You will land on your hand You will cry again, my friend Your days of abundance are numbered Into the pit you have blundered And you saw the things that we once were All gathered up at your behind And then you find in time That this could be a place In which you could act in fact That you might die again, my friend Your days of abundance are numbered You're no longer encumbered Insects crawl around outside Then fly into the sun The objects abide and then in time You will realise that this is the end And that you're dead in the head And you can't die again, my friend