The days of doom

You may follow me to the end of the ocean 
You may follow me to the moon
It won't take long, it won't I'm sure  
Before you reach your day of doom

You may pick up the pretty ocean shells 
You may hold it to your ear 
There won't be a sound to hear I'm sure 
For the scream of living fear 

You may wander through the market stalls 
You may kneel before the Lord
It won't be long before the calls 
That bring forth the red fray chord 

You may fly across the skies 
With your suitcase and your hat
And when you meet your own damn lies 
You may have your final chat 

You may follow me to the end of the ocean 
You may follow me to the moon 
It won't take long it won't, it won't 
Before you reach your day of  doom