This sacred vessel
I beg death not enter
I will grit my teeth
I will survive the winter

These songs that so many sing
I can hear them in my head
and I throw my hands like a mistro
Because I am not dead.

Oh I will not fight the vibration
I will not fight the spiral
I will join in the creation
Its contagious and its viral

I am floating in suspension
FOr that never ending wait
I beg death not enter
I want no heavens gate

Right here is my bliss
my hands on your chest
A counteractive partner
Hoping for east, never for west

Old age will not find me
New beginings will be free
Death cant take this mind
But it will take this body