Who got bumped off Noah’s ark?
Who had it coming all along?
These days, in those cities of yours,
if you are not afraid, not quaking,
then you are not alive, not kicking;
Everything not forbidden,
is compulsory, every candle a nightmare.
We seldom hear the voice within us,
Because of the noise around us.
So please tell my friends to mourn me none,
It is time to go, time to jump,
Off the ark and into that flood.
Memories form the zenith of valor;
When happy memories lap your shore.
I was bound to leave that ark behind.
Was bound to leave that ark behind.