Turn to the last page in the book by which you were raised
Limb by limb you will be saved, though it won't be on Jesus day
Believe in the stars like you believe in him
And cross your fingers that Einstein will win
[?] above the stage
And Armstrong return so he [?]
Through the black hole of infinite me
As long as [?] is gone the Earth lives on
A desolate sphere spiralling in towards infinite me
And when we thread the hole of my hope
We will come back as John once said

And I will be [?] my infinite children
And I will live to see the infinite collection
Which I will react to as child, boy, and man
And I will meet my maker, though I do not believe he as a voice
I maintain he will not have a voice

I maintain he will not have a voice
I maintain he will not have a voice
I maintain he will not have a voice
I maintain he will not have a voice