Pagoda - Death To Birth

From ripe To rotten 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(fount) of sound That hears the touch of my tears Smells the taste of all we waste Could feed the others But we smother each other with the necter And pucker the sour A bittersweet weather It blows through our trees Swims through our seas Fly's through the last gasp we left On this earth Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh It's a long lonely journey From death to birth It's a long 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 Yeaaah... Should I die again Should I die around The pounds of matter wheeling through space I know I'll never know Until I come face to face With my own With my own With my own With my own cold dead face With my own wooden case Yeaaah... Pucker the sour Sugar sweet weather Blows through our trees Swims through our seas Fly's through the last gasp we left On this earth Ohhhhhh It's a long lonely journey from death to birth It's a long lonely journey from death to birth What should I die again Should I tell you when The pounds of matter wheeling through space I know I'll never know Unitl I come face to face It's a long lonely journey from death to birth It's a long lonely journey from death to birth