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Walking through this barren place

What thoughts do I conceive?

I'm wondering what it's like

When this wicked world we leave

There are graves with brand new tombstones

And others old and cracked

My body is the only one with soul intact

Chorus:

You're too late

You can't wait

It's your fate

You leave

You see

You're free

This question you must ask yourself

In whom do you believe?

Will God give eternal life

Or will your soul he leave?

Well, I've asked myself this question

And this is what I've found

Where are you goin', baby?

Six feet under ground.

Chorus:

You're too late

You can't wait

It's your fate

You leave

You see

You're free