Have you ever imagined what it's like to die?
Come on, we all think about it the end of our lives.
It's a vision out of nowhere, when you're in your fancy car.
In the bathroom, on the staircase, there you are.
There you are. And I say
Glory me, what will I see when I die?
Will my whole life, flash before my eyes?
Glory me, what will I see when I die?
The faces of all I've ever loved.
They say, death's not easy, it takes work just like being born.
The soul clings to the body, trying to keep warm.
We're all afraid of what's after, taking that last sigh.
Is it bleak, or beautiful nothingness on the other side?
Break on through to the other side.
Glory me, what will I be when I die?
Will I be like a child?
Crying for my mother into the night.
Oh, wishing I could go back to the beginning.
What would I see?
What would I be?
What would I see?
What would I be?
Glory me, what will I be when I die?
Will I be like a child?
Crying for my mother into the night.
Oh, wishing I could go back to the beginning.
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