Deat to Birth = Last Days

made too many , too little, too late
should I lie under
still in the dark
or walk around again?
one last song I'll write, why (while I?)don't get along
my eyes feel lonely why don't they shine?
I find the film of a cell, as I touch my tears
smells the taste, full of waste
but feel the others
and smother each other then let them plucker the cell
sugar sweet weather, goes through our trees, swims through our seas, flies to the last gasp left on this earth, oh no, ohh

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 wailing from space?
I know I'll never know until I come face to faith
with my own cold, dead face
oh, in my own withered case
you are with me, with me, "lonely, alone, alone and I
I'm-a mourning you
ooh, ooh, ohh, hmm

ready for 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