Death to Birth (Pagoda)


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
It's a long 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
Yeaaah...
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
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
Ohhhhhh
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
It's a long lonely journeyf
rom death to birth
What should I die again
Should I tell you when
The pounds of matter
wheeling through space
I know I'll never know
Unitl I come face to face
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth.