Recoil - New York Nights Lyrics

I’m gonna walk on up to heaven, I’m sure you’ll see me there. Might be the last dead man to make it, Hell yes, I know that I’ll get there. I will be wearing clothes of fire but I’m sure you’ll see me there. I’m gonna crawl on up to heaven. I may be trailing you in ashes but you know that I'll be there. I will find you there. He kept strange hours, locked himself away in his room before being seen shouting at the window. And, he had murdered his fiance - he sacrificed her for the purity of all mankind.