[Verse 1]

Your days of abundance are numbered

The price of forfeit of slumber

You’ve ignored this for too long

You’ve ignored all those calls up to arms

And as you creep

From folds of debilitating sleep

You will land on your hand

And you will cry again, my friend

[Verse 2]

Your days of abundance are numbered

Into the pit you have blundered

And you saw the things that we once were

All gathered up at your behind

And then you find in time

That this could be a place

In which you could act in fact

That you might die again, my friend

[Verse 3]

Your days of abundance are numbered

You’re no longеr encumbered

Insеcts crawl around outside

Then fly into the sun

The objects abide and then in time

You will realise that this is the end

And that you’re dead in the head

And you can’t die again, my friend