Gotta go quick ending absurd

Who says the vision is nearly blurred 

Fingers fingers fingers fingers 

It's the end this time I know 

Blow breeze, the air is heavy 

Hangs down where you walked before 

Telling lies and using spoons 

To find the rebels in the rooms 

Where Jesus was all the time 

Caring for the tender children 

Looking at the rooms once more 

I find a line drawn on the wall 

It spells your name my lord and yes 

I accept, I think we should go