[bad word] a time when all of us must leave here
Then nothing sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
As nothing in this life that I've been trying
Could equal or surpass the art of dying
Do you believe me?

 [bad word] a time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seemed so very plain
 [bad word] an awful pain
Searching for the [bad word] among the lying
And answered when you've learned the art of dying

But you're still with me
But if you want it
Then you must find it
But when you have it
There'll be no need for it

 [bad word] a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be
perfect entity
Living through a million years of crying
Until you've realized the Art of Dying
Do you believe me?