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 yeah, 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
Oh, 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
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
Two more will be born to project through
But when my supernova hit's
Maybe you will escape it
Yeah, when I supernova split
Maybe you will escape it
Yeah, when I supernova split
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 time 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, hood 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 road
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 yeah, it's time to go home
Oh that it's time to go home
Oh yeah, it's time to go home