As I sit here with nothing but rage
like an ape in a cage and
As I begin to turn the page and I feel no pain.
And what is going on in my brain
is a lot harder to explain
As What’s my purpose? the thing that I try to gain
a mile away from heaven, and a mile away from hell

I feel alone
Even with my Y chromosome
like a stray dog on a bone
with no thing such as home
a mile away from heaven, and a mile away from hell

I feel complex as a man
I feel complex as a being.
I’m complex being as I’m being
so it might not be you’re seeing
but an actor coming through me
putting on a face for you to see
a mile away from heaven, and a mile away from hell

At one time I fly above my body. Another time I just faint.
Am I a normal person, am I a sinner, or a saint?
Either they think “He’s the devil” or they think “Ain’t he quaint?”
I’m a mile away from heaven, or a mile away from hell

Then after it’s all over and a body is all they see
And Then after the ceremony what will they think of me
And after the final prayer has been said
and on my death bed I do go
and Then after the cycle of the rain sun and snow.
If your child comes and asks you “Mommy, Where did he go?”
This is what you should tell:
I went a mile away from heaven, child, but a mile away from hell.