Made too many, too little, too late
Should I lie in the dirt, still in the dark?
Or walk around again?
One last song i'll write, while I don't get along
My eyes feel lonely, why don't they shine?
'Cause I've finally found my cell
As I touch my tears
Smells the taste, full of waste
But feel the others
They smother each other then let them pucker their cell
Sugar sweet weather goes through our trees
Swims through our seas, flies to the last gasp left
On this earth

It's a long lonely journey from death to birth

Should I die again? Should I die around?
The pounds of matter wailing from space
I know I'll never know until [bad word] face to faith
With my own cold, dead face
In my own wooden case

You are with me, with me, lonely, alone, alone and I lie
I'm a mourning you
Ready for a long lonely journey

It's a long lonely journey from death to...
It's a long lonely journey from death from death to birth
Oh, it's a long lonely journey from death to... Birth