when i die

when i die, i want to travel light, or rinse my hands, so i catch the satellite, don't cry, i promise that i'll get it right, i've been practicing my whole life, when i'm fine, i become a different man, all these distances and abandoned light, in time, passing forces did collide, into her arms of rot, and it was alright, now i, i feel right, what would death steal that could harm me?, now i feel right, in the darkest lair, i feel right again