I’m scared to death to live!
What is this, Lord?
What gives?
I’m terrified to be!
This person isn’t me!
Why can’t I self-realize?
I thought, last night, of George.
He really couldn’t wait to see you,
Could he, My Sweet Lord?
And I can’t wait either,
But people misinterpret this.
It’s not about dying at all.
It’s about eternal bliss.