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 a found 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 in nectar

And pucker the sour,of bitter-sweet weather

Blows through our trees

Swims through our seas

Flies through the last gas we left on this Earth

It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth

It's a 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

Should I die again?

Should I lie around

The pounds of matter willing through space?

I 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

Pucker the sour of sugar sweet weather

Blows through our trees

Swims through our seas

Flies to the last gasp we left on this earth

It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth

It's a long, lonely journey from death to…

Or should I die again?

Should I die around the pounds of matter wailing to space?

I know I'll never know until I come face to face

It's a long, lonely journey from death to… birth