Take a look at your life and the people you've met. See if it meant anything at all, everyone here has a purpose now. Everyone here is breathing the air again; all of our lungs are black as coal now. If there's a God, I hope that he'll see all of the things that I've done and he'll make room for me. But if there's a God, I hope that he'll see all of the things that I've done and he'll make room for me because I never wanted to stay here, I have been begging to leave