I want to know where I'll go when I die.
I want to know who will say that it's alright.
I want to know, I want to know, I want to know.
Will the stones still seem cold?
Will I sit around and just be bored?
I want to know where will I go when I am dead.
Will I see the people I talk to in my head?
I want to know, I want to know, I want to know.
Will I sit under an oak and will he talk to me?
Will I sit in the sand by an endless sea?
I want to know
Will I laugh, will I argue, will I make love to my queen?
Will I sit around a fire and tell tales of what I've seen?
I want to know, I want to know, I need to know.
- Caisear Bahn Fear