i m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime reflecting on my past life and it doesn t have much time cos at 5 o clock they take me to the gallows pole the sands of time for me are running low when the priest comes to read me the last rites i take a look through the bars at the last sights of a world that has gone very wrong for me can it be there s some sort of error hard to stop the surmounting terror is it really the end not some crazy dream somebody please tell me that i m dreaming it s not so easy to stop from screaming but words escape me when i try to speak tears they flow but why am i crying after all i am not afraid of dying don t believe that there is never an end as the guards march me out to the courtyard someone calls from a cell god be with you if there s a god then why has he let me die as i walk all my life drifts before me and though the end is near i m not sorry catch my soul cos it s willing to fly away mark my words please believe my soul lives on please don t worry now that i have gone i ve gone beyond to see the truth when you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you ll begin to understand life down there is just a strange illusion