Call my funeral now, fold my hands I'm getting too old for this What is the reason for this I'm getting too old for this When did the meteor strike and elevate this gloom? I can't remember it at all This deprivation recalls the womb Limp and weightless fall Towards the enemy, a light Blue radiation fires in this wound I'm going down to the crater field Where I can study my remains Ash my memory out when it is found I'm getting too old for this Every night I wake up with answers What is the reason for this Oh when I fall Repeat Undress the sable head drumming in this wound This tear embalmed in a sacred lair Within the body, now exhumed Blue constellations recall the womb Limp and weightless fall Until the meteor dissolves