The Disembodied Voices The nights grow colder the days start to pass Nothing can calm your nerves not even the real good grass Your time here is limited and grows shorter all the time But if never you had experienced it that would surely have been a crime You find yourself questioning God and why he s making you go But as the eve of death draws near there s one thing that you know Your life was empty for most of your life especially the later years Now when you think of the opportunities you merely break into tears If only you had kept up with your prosperous earlier days You would be one of the special instead your life is a haze Still you can t help feeling lucky for you had made one of the right choices For in your youth you were smart enough to call The Disembodied Voices - Luke Skywalker - - WiCKED -