0w-wah0u .

From ripe, to green
Too real, too late
Should I lie down, or stand up
Or walk around again ?
My eyes finally right opened out
My eyes finally right opened shut
To find my fount of sound
That Ears the touch of my tears
Smell the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
But We smother each other with the nettle
And Pucker the sour sugar sweet weather (*)
It Blows through our trees, swims through our sees
Flies to the last gasp we left
On this earth, ohohoh o-o-oh

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 die around ?
The pounds of matter willing to space
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
With my own cold dead face