Death To Birth

From ripe to rotten

To 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 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 nectar and pucker the sour

A bittersweet weather

Blows through our trees

Swims through our seas

Flies to the last of 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...

It's a long lonely journey from death to birth

Oh, it's a long lonely journey from death to...

Should I die again? Should I die around?

The pounds of matter wheeling through space

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

With my own cold dead face

Oh, with my own wooden case

Pucker the sour

Sugar sweet weather

Blows through our trees

Swims through our seas

Flies to the last of gasp we left on this earth

It's a long lonely journey from death to birth

It's a long lonely journey from death...

Should I die again? Should I die around?

The pounds of matter wheeling through space

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