Sunshine is creeping in
And somewhere in a field
life begins,
An egg too proud to rape
The beginning of a shape of things [bad word] 
That starts [bad word]  life has begun, fly fast the
gun.
The Mother flew too late
And life within the egg
Was left to fate,
Not really knowing how the world outside would
Take it when it came,
And life's the same for things we aim, are we to
blame?
Don't doubt the fact that there's life within you,
Yesterday's endings will tomorrow's life give you,
All that dies, dies for a reason,
to put its strength into the season,
Survival, Survival,
They take away as we give,
The livings right to live,
the livings right to know.
The egg breaks all is out, the crawling bird
begins to scream and shout,
Where is the parent bird, a loneliness arose and
heard its name-
ring in for life begins, survival win, survivals sin.
So soon the [bad word] with [bad word] the
aching
fear of hate could Someone still remain who
thinks he
still could gain by escaping fate? it's much too
late,
don't underrate, appreciate.
And we're all going
And we're all going
And we're all going somewhere!