Play that music when my eyes are closed,
when my heart is no longer blood-dosed.
When the steps of angels are close,
when I’m lying in the back pose.
When my breath begins to choke
and my blood is black like coke.
When my foes turns into folks,
when they begin to laugh at my old jokes.
Please play it when I can’t press any button,
when they choose between chicken and mutton.
Play it when they close the curtain,
I wanna hear the voices like Randy Orton.
Play it when I’m no more in my flesh,
when I’m on my way to heaven to start afresh.