White Light

Getting close to the end
Your very last breath of life
An imaginary hand
Is piercing you inside
Turning back the hands
Like tic and tac, tic and tac
Leading you into trance
To the virtual crack

You still feel the fright

Visions running through your mind
You better stop the fight
No one can catch the tide
No more secrets, no more hide
Death isn't to be despised
Time has come to realize
You're entering after-life

Switch on the white light
Feel the coldness at your side
Kiss the old days goodnight
Time is over to idealize
No religion, no more lies
Floating molecule in the sky
Invisible for mortals' eyes
You're a part of the after-life

Die and quit
Cry and split
One day we die, one day we quit
One day we cry, one day we split
One day we cry, one day we split
One day we die, one day we quit