Death to Birth

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

A 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

Should I die again

Should I die around

The pounds of matter

wheeling through spaceI know

I'll never know

Until I come 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