Take me back up the hill to my grave. But wait! Just one more look. Goodbye, world. My family, my dog, goodbye. Goodbye to clocks ticking, and the sun and the moon. And food, and for coffee, and cigarette. And my black clothes, and sleeping and waking up. And Heavy Metal. Do any human beings ever realize life, while they live it? Every, every minute? Take me back up the hill to my grave. Goodbye, goodbye to the world, cause my time is off...