 
From the Heavens I can see
The world hardly moving, what
Could make it turn?  Maybe
Life itself, or could it be
Love?  or God with a gentle
Shove
I fear what i know not what
I wonder.  All the weight of
The world on my back finally
Kills me.  But i know that it
Won't ever take me
So take your money right
Back to the hell it came.
Don't wait and don't worry I
Won't be standing in your
Way.  So to hell with your
Money before you suffer the
Same fate
From the heavens it would
Seem the world hasn't got a
Care.  Perfect from afar.
Though it's shape may be it's
Visitors are flawed.  They
Take and still want more
