You can make a plan
Carve it into stone
Like a feather falling

It is still unknown
Until the clock speaks up
Says it's time to go

You could choose the high
Or the lower road
You might clinch your fist

You might fork your tongue
As you curse or praise
All the things you've done

And the faders move
And the music dies
As we pass over

On the arc of time

So you nurse your love

Like a wounded dove
In the covered cage of night
Every star is crossed

By phrenetic thoughts
That seperate and then collide
And they twist like sheets

Till you fall asleep
And they finally unwind
It's a black balloon

It's a dream you'll soon deny

I hear if you make friends

With Jesus Christ
You will get right up
From that chalk outline

And then you'll get dolled up
And you'll dress in white
All to take your place

In his chorus line

And then in you'll come

With those marching drums
In a saintly compromise
No more whiskey slurs

No more blonde haired girls
For your whole eternal life
And you'll do the dance

That was choreographed
At the very dawn of time
Saying, I told you son

The day would come
You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die

You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
You would die, you'd die, you'd die


To the deepest part
Of the human heart
The fear of death expands

Till we crack the code
We have always known
But could never understand

On a circuit board
We will soon be born
Again, again, again, again

And again, again, again, again
And again, again, again, again
And again, again, again