My grandfather is ill,
Well he was ill when he was alive,
My aunt was ill,
Well she was ill when she was alive.

My grandfather died naturally,
My aunt took her own life,
And their decease was like relief,
So I sit here covering my face with a plastic sheet.

Shall I just end it here?
It seems that I have disease in my blood,
But would I go to heaven if this is how I go?
In the light through the sheet Jesus shook his head « no ».

So I fell back down to earth,
As Jesus motioned for me to go to hell,
If this is how I choose to go then heaven he will not approve,
He tells me I still have work to do.