There comes a time when all of us must leave here And nothing I can do or say can keep me here with you Nothing in this life, but I've been trying That can philosophies the art of dying
Belive me, for though there are times when your hopes are fading When things so very strange become ordinary And always sitting through the months of lying And that is when you learn the art of dying
Are you still with me? But if you want it Then you must find it But when you have it You may not need for it
And when the times when most of us return here. Backed by our desires to be the perfect entity And living through a million years of trying Did you realise the art of dying?