Like a skinned hand bleeding
Like a tramp choir crying
Like a dropped rat skipping
Like a back door squeaking
Like a crack whore tweaking
What is it like after we die?
Like a string that′s brocken
Like a thing that's smoking
Like a blue flame burning
Like a new brain learning
Like a declining graveyard
Like a shining brave star
Like a child that′s fainting
What is it like after we die?