• What's it like to be dead?
    Oh, wouldn't you like to know
    It's nothing like you've ever read
    No valleys filled with snow

    No roads of gold
    Or fire either
    And you've been told,
    No silver neither

    No bright blue skies
    Or endless flames
    They are all lies
    Religion is to blame

    Then what is there?
    There's only black
    Nothing fair
    And this is fact