Gotta go quick ending absurd Who says the vision is nearly blurred Fingers fingers fingers fingers It's the end this time I know Blow breeze, the air is heavy Hangs down where you walked before Telling lies and using spoons To find the rebels in the rooms Where Jesus was all the time Caring for the tender children Looking at the rooms once more I find a line drawn on the wall It spells your name my lord and yes I accept, I think we should go