[bad word] a time
When all of us must leave here
Then nothing Sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
Nothing in this life that I've been trying
Can 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 still leave 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

Can you believe me?