Gotta go quick ending absurd   Who says the vision is nearly blurred    Fingers fingers fingers fingers    It's the end this time I know    Blow breeze, the air is heavy    Hangs down where you walked before    Telling lies and using spoons    To find the rebels in the rooms    Where Jesus was all the time    Caring for the tender children    Looking at the rooms once more    I find a line drawn on the wall    It spells your name my lord and yes    I accept, I think we should go