There must be more to this life Than one strife after a strife And there must be more for us to gather Than one damn thing after another I know there must be some kinda art of life That does it all like butter does the knife Not some a forgotten mystic delph But break on through into your higher self Into your higher self Deep inside the avalanche of joy The shining light of luminescent eyes ahoy Peak into the suchness of all things And, oh yes, that one that makes fiery rings I know there must be some kinda art of life That does it all like butter does the knife Not some a forgotten mystic delph But break on through into your higher self Your higher self One mania after mania One phobia after phobia One damn strife after a strife Promises of the afterlife Afterlife Drop the strife And so the prince of the wild frontiers Turned to jewels all his years Secret's out, but used by none So it flickered and was gone I know there must be some kinda art of life That does it all like butter does the knife And there must be more for us to gather Then one damn thing after another Not some forgetting mystic delph But break on through into your higher self Your higher self Break into, into your higher self