Eyes like a satellite
Fills the sky
With a mystery cloud
Why would these fantasies
Now i know there is no, nowhere to go
Eyes in the dead of night
Cries like a hand on the fire
Why would this send for me
You know
There's no, new way to go
Everybody should do in their lifetime
Sometime
One, is to consider d**h
To observe skulls and skeletons
And to wonder what it would be like to go to sleep, and to never wake up, ever
That is the most- is a very gloomy thing for contemplation
But it's like manure
Just as manure fertilizes the plants and so on
So as the contemplation of d**h, and the acceptance of d**h
Is very highly generative of creative life
You get wonderful things out of that