Carrying round this cage of secrets Heavy on the soul Feel the last rattle upon me Vultures fly overhead for cool pickings.
The battle is not with death but me I feel the battles I've had throughout my life Battles against me, few for me Battles against myself.
Then death rolled open its rich tapestry Oh, and was it red! As I stepped onto that final rung I felt the wrestling inside; the rattling of that cage.
Great is pity for carrying over this onerous charge I ball my fist, rage at the skies And nought but silence greets my fear Thus graceful forward; no more to prove.
I've heard that G-d is love... Let's hope I meet no wrath I've heard speak of rebirth Oh, let me unburden afore I leave.
And the rattle of the cage's so loud Lying here, I try to tell you things But 'tis of little use, for I am witness to The last moments of this life . . . .
Eyes feel lead-laden, hands so heavy Head feels like stone, an appendage Tongue swells up; cannot speak And the lights go out inside my head . . . .
Yes, someone turned out the sparkle in my core . . . .