Won't you be my friend
In this promised land?
Past the funeral
Home is a state of mind
It's a battle of will
Of physics and might
You're simply mad
If you see a light
Euphoria's
Just an illusion
Of loss of will
And Confusion
It's logical
To put faith in none
Then cremate yourself
With a hole in the sun
I hope it's just an eternal dream
Of endless love and fantasies
Where madmen can run away
On The Theory of an Afterlife
Wait my time till I'm old and grey
Dig my heels down and hope and prey
Sail upon a mighty boat
And hope I reach this foreign land
All I've loved
All I've lost
Comes to me when I'm home for once
All I know
Is inside him
Hidden away like a Cartesian
Will I be the one to fly away
Sailing far on a rainy wave
Memories come with a hush
Till it's silent and peaceful all for once
High as a kite
Freed from the wealth
All that's right is
All that's left
Till they take you away
They fill you with fear
And they bury you alive
Till you drown in tears
Till you feel nothing at all
Till you're swallowed by the dark
Cause you never left your mark
And you wonder if you could
Have been something good
Have been something more
Till its all gone grey
And you're left in the cold
Left in the cold...
I believe
That all life is but a means
To be all that we can
In hopes to lend a helping hand
And on those days we see our selves in them
All of us in man
I miss my mom
I miss my friends
But I see them now
As I reach the end
Maybe I'm mad
And maybe I'm wrong
But I've felt their presence
All along
I'll turn to faith
If I can see them again
Cause nothing is worse than
Eternal pain
The soul is but a star
Freed from a jar
And either I'll be proof
Or vanish in a poof
On The Theory of An Afterlife