From Rape, To Right in, 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, of sound That heal, the touch of my tears The smells the taste, of all we waste Could feed the others But we smother eachother With the nectar and pucker, the sour The sugar sweet weather It blows through our trees Swims through our seas Flies through the last gasp we left of this earth It's a long, lonely journey form death to Birth Should I die again? Should I die around, the pounds of matter wailing through space I know, I'll never know Until I come face to face With my own, cold, dead face With my own, wooden case It's a long, lonely journey form death to Birth