You happen to foresee the destined events
How evil forces blow you out of the water
How the straight road to nothingness bends
Is heaven responsible for that foul slaughter?
To be present in hereafter, first you hafta die
Don't freak out, coz it's less hurting than birth
After you're reborn, promise not to live a lie?
What's in it for you, if you find no hearth?
The humans with transformed DNA look plastic
Their ingenious ideas seem out in left field
You miss familiar childhood smell and feel drastic
Illusory dreams offer you an air-raid shield