If I don’t go to Hell when I die, I might go to Heaven…
I don’t want to die, I’m expressing a reservation
But I’m a mess and i should invest in a restoration
Start seeking the truth on a special investigation
Every time I do I’m left with a question racing
When I die do I have a definite destination
Returning to the source of the infinite information
Or burning in the scorch of indefinite decimation
Thats the question I’m facing its got me stressed and impatient
They tell me just focus on dead president chasing
Until I’m a hospital bed reside impatient
Just get money than accept death and embrace it
Just get running the race with the rest of the nation
But everyone’s on pills depressed and impatient
There’s gotta be more to life am I destined to waste it
Heaven or hell hard to tell witch direction I’m facing
So I’m seeking the truth till my last breath inhalation.
