If air is life and life is death
Then hold it in a tantric breath and exhale slowly
For when I'm buried deep within the ground
The world, it still will spin around as I decompose a symphony
For every thought I've had before has forehand been foreseen
For all the oxygen that I inhale somebody else will breathe
Life's mystery and tragedy, they flow through you and me
Eternally
But I don't want to live this life like a man who hides his head beneath the sand
In fear of what he can't control
His kind, do you know they walk for days on broken paths in this crooked maze?
Wearing holes in their mortal souls
Well I must toss these thoughts that haunt and rot and fry within my mind
Because I dream too much and I think too much yet still can't say I'm wise
Although my insight is that life ain't blind, though we spend it opening our eyes, that is alright
Because we all just want to be alright
Well when I die, lie by my side to hold my hand and say
"Don't worry friend, nothing truly ends, there's a tomorrow for today"
I don't know where heaven's placed, if it's a hymn or face
But I hope it's somewhere safe where you'll be okay