You can make a plan, carve it into stone Like a feather falling, it is still unknown Until the clock speaks up, says its time to go You could choose the high or the lower road You might clench your fist, you might fork your tongue As you curse or praise all the things youve 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 frenetic thoughts That separate and then collide And they twist like sheets til you fall asleep And they finally unwind Its a black balloon Its a dream youll soon deny I hear if you make friends with Jesus Christ You will get right up from that chalk outline And then youll get dolled up and youll dress in white All to take your place in his chorus line And then in youll come with those marching drums In a saintly compromise No more whiskey slurs, no more blondehaired girls For your whole eternal life And youll do the dance that was choreographed At the very dawn of time Singing, I told you son The day would come You would die, die, die, die You would die, die, die, die You would die, die, die, die You would die, die, die To the deepest part of the human heart The fear of death expands Til 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
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