From ripe

To rotten

Too real

To live

Should I lie down

Or stand up

And walk around again

My eyes finally wide open up

My eyes finally wide open shut

To find the found(fount) of sound

That hears the touch of my tears

Smells the taste of all we waste

Could feed the others

But we smother each other with the necter

And pucker the sour

bittersweet weather

It blows through our trees

Swims through our seas

Fly's through the last gasp we left

On this earth

Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh

It's a long lonely journey

From death to birth

It's a long long lonely journey

From death to...

It's a long lonely journey

From death to birth

Oh It's a long lonely journey

From death to birth

Yeaaah...

Should I die again

Should I die around

The pounds of matter

wheeling through space

I know I'll never know

Until [bad word] face to face

With my own

With my own

With my own

With my own cold dead face

With my own wooden case

Yeaaah...

Pucker the sour

Sugar sweet weather

Blows through our trees

Swims through our seas

Fly's through the last gasp we left

On this earth

Ohhhhhh

It's a long lonely journey

from death to birth

It's a long lonely journey

from death to birth

What should I die again

Should I tell you when

The pounds of matter

wheeling through space

I know I'll never know

Unitl [bad word] face to face

It's a long lonely journey

from death to birth

It's a long lonely journey

from death to birth