Weatherbox - Love Me A Good Microcosm lyrics

I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road Letting everybody know that they are almost back home I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road Letting everybody know that they are almost back home I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road Letting everybody know that they are almost back home I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road Letting everybody know that it is time to go home Oh, that it's time to go home Oh, I wonder what it would be like to believe in the afterlife I'd probably smile every time I sang I'd probably gun around town shouting some obscure ancient man's name No, I don't believe in the afterlife I believe there's a thing called a gun, and there are things called knives I believe they can destroy everything that you are inside I believe nothing escapes once they decide sponsored links I know it's not easy being green Orbiting the biggest star in the galaxy, me You're just a moon, you shine through But you reflect me, too You're just a moon When you die, too, more will be born to project through But when my supernova hits Maybe you will escape it Yeah, when that supernova splits Maybe you will escape it Yeah, when that supernova splits Maybe you will escape it And you can tell the tale of the flame Who up and changed his name You can tell them how super I became Yeah, you can tell them what it sounded like when I fried the final brain 'Cause you can glorify the old pages And be responsible for the new cages Or you can say to hell with me And you can get creative So yeah, 666 You can call me a beast But dial 666 When you decide it's to come back and talk to me I'll be waiting in the clouds I've been shaping them into our new house And when I hear the doorbell I'll run and cover up my sulfur smell Untangle my hair, my horns to greet you Don't look up at them, look at what's underneath you We're in the clouds We're in the clouds We're in the clouds Right above Jerusalem Don't mind the flies Baby, you'll get used to them We're in the clouds Right above Jerusalem Don't mind the flies Baby, you'll get used to them I'll be the bright white light at the end of the show Letting everybody know that they are almost back home I'll be the bright white light at the end of the show Letting everybody know that it is time to go home Oh, that it's time to go home Oh, that it's time to go home Oh, yeah, it's time to go home