There's a giant reel or a giant wheel on
a giant combine harvester
and it's moving closer to you
and then its sharpened blades
cut through you,
as if you don't exist and you
don't exist.


I dream of Armageddon
wrapped in
my lead lined coffin
and in here
I will be no slave to
an alien radio wave.

If it's a nightmare then you
wear it well.

I wear a silver dollar
if I have to go
I'll let the ferryman know
that I can pay.