St. Ebbs

Tell me - do you believe in fate? Do you believe that we each have a fee to pay And a leaving date with no hope to deviate That our breathing rate ceases when we reach this age? Where do we go when we leave this place? Is it nowhere where nobody can see your face? There's no need to kneel on your knees and pray Cos seasons change so it may be today Looking back on the one life I've had on this Earth This planet, this world, I sit back and I ponder I have become fond of the fact I've lasted this long Though in the past I've done wrong and my battery's gone Will things be any different here after I'm gone? Will anybody listen to my tracks or my songs? You're asking the wrong chap I know as much as you So I'm just confusing matters but it has to be done It's a factor in all the planet's mass populace That we're asking for knowledge but lack what we want There's certain facts that we won't actually know We lack the composure to relax and just focus on absolute calm And that can do harm so we have to succumb To the fact that after we're gone we're transmitted back to the cosmos And after the storm the pattern goes on So you have to be strong, cos that's where you belong But I want you to see what it's like to be me And I want you to remember me I want to be remembered when I enter into heaven The day I die then greater than September the eleventh But then again when in the history of men Has there ever been an event that we never will forget Eventually everything tends to irrelevance 'Til we're left with an ebb that can never be filled Everything built inevitably will Descend into a stillness until the end of the world Seasons will change Empires will fall Don't panic, our planet's to vanish You've had a few chances and now it is happening Man, he has managed to damage the planet So bad that it cannot be fixed But the bigger the bomb, the quicker we're gone So I quicken my rhythm and finish the song I sit in the dark and picture a part Of my heart but it's hard cos I ripped it apart Split into half with all of our smarts Sick of the starkness but I can't start On a mission to start building an ark Filled with the spark of a star that is dear to my heart And here I depart