The death and his audience

I would like to
To watch some people on the turnpike
Like a pilgrim who's reflecting
Like a pilgrim who's reflecting

Who can teach the pilgrim
How to run away to get away
Since nobody's gonna catch him
He doesn't need to be connecting

Nobody leaves until his return
Nobody sees the day he will come back

I can see what I see is anyone receiving
I can see what I see is but everyone's deceiving

Nobody leaves until his return
Nobody breathes cos you're gonna burn
Nobody sees the day he will come back