About to fall, about to fall, the paraments about to fall
And fancy bangles on the wall and systems that hold us in thrall.
About to fall, about to fall, no more to screw us to the wall.
I say this to the dark cabal, the floor around you ’bout to fall.
And dance and jump with glee I see, appointed time, the people freed.
And no more death, and nature be in balance with the Cosmic Tree.
And so I sing “About to fall,” while you read writing on the wall.
And if you see then smile with me and watch it, watch it, watch it fall.