Not about to say goodbye
I'll catch a ride on your satellite
Though Jupiter you may decide
To criticize what I do tonight
Tie me to the chair
And send me through the clouds
Let it be a sky burial
Tie me down and
Leave me to the crows
Let them carry me home
A tale told in semaphore
You've heard before, why'd I even try
I'd drown myself in iodine
If I could thrive in the desert light
Tie me to the chair
And send me through the clouds
Let it be a sky burial
Let the smoke
Flow into your lungs
Pray tomorrow never comes
All this time spent cleaning up
My act, my life, my bleeding heart
You crack the whip, keep me in line
In heart and body, soul and mind
Tie me to the chair
And send me through the clouds
Let it be a sky burial
Burn it down
The ashes drift away
As the conscious decays