last night i died and went to heaven;
there were no gates of grace;
no streets of gold; no great white throne;
no judgment there to face.

no angels singing alleluia;
no peace to rest upon;
no mansions that were promised;
i was all alone...

there was no feast,
no wedding, no groom;
no bridal chamber waiting;

no marriage nor honeymoon.

there were no lights shining bright,
no glory; no joy; no love;
no spirit whisking me away to eternal bliss;
not even an entity called god...

as i waited in the darkness,
wondered if hell was now my home;
but the only demon present,
was the one that was my own.

mind insane; still in chains;
what needed to break through?
still alone in suffering,
what was i to do?

if mind is a barrier of itself,
what breaks through to the other side?
where is heaven? where is hell?
why and where does god hide?

no gold at the end of the rainbow;
no slippers to click me home;
no heaven, no hell, just nothingness;
no more me to roam...

wrapping my mind round Maya...
the sounds of a sweet lullaby;
go back to sleep, it is just a dream,
a dream that can never die...

what must die? what can live?
free of heaven and hell?
the answer is nothing...nothing at all;
has locked you in it's cell...

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