Efils' God

Efils good and the time is right

Ill bundle up and slip away

The count is down and the drip is up

Its time to split this hunk of clay

Now you can bring my suitcase

But you cant bring me

And you can have all the money

cause you say that you must

But if you think that it matters

Take a look at me

And dont close your eyes as I turn into dust

Efils good

Dont tell me that I cant do this

As if you knew

But you dont know

How efils good