Now the day has come It comes as a salvation Now all the work is done It needs no explanation There's one last word for the assemblage to absorb This word ceases to be heard So the lesson is taught And now the day is over The world is blown to smoke No awareness ever shown No struggle ever stoked There's one last word left for us all to recognize Imagine there's a bird That will guide us through demise Face me – the shading Construe the word for the sake of the fading Construe what's yet to be done Don't play the fake for your laid in Construe the word Construe what's yet to be done And now nothing but forgotten lands The smoke has laid itself to rest So slow it's falling off our hands A last breath is leaving my chest It has come to an end The lesson is now taught Noone left to learn – One thought! You hear what you want to You take what you can Construe the last word Like a course of a dying, fading man