Watching the world fly by as
He fell from fifteen thousand feet
Demons and angels
All alike
Fighting for peace of mind
For thy soul is weak
If you cross this line
May it be pure for all who have taken
Let the path behind be burned
Black for the demons
May the eyes of all who come
Be illuminated with bliss
Let this place in time be held
Until it comes crashing down
For ever he may lay
As one with the dirt