Efil's God

Efil's good and the time is right I'll bundle up and slip away The count is down and the drip is up It's time to split this hunk of clay Now you can bring back my suitcase But you can't 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 don't close your eyes as I turn into dust Efil's good Don't tell me that I can't do this As if you knew But you don't know How Efil's good