I think my heartbeat, heartbeat's getting strongernSo just stay with me, with me, a little bit longernnI spit my secrets out like seeds from a fruit whose juices will absolve menIt's apalling, I'm still solid, can't you see?nI beat my conscience like a flame, because I've nothing left to blamenBut blame itself. I think my health is failing me.nnI've got a headache, headache from watching the sun setnI think I'm dying, dying, but I'mnNot dead yet, not dead yet, not dead yet