Temporary, liberation floods the evening sky I never wanted to die, I wanted to come Close enough to survive Connoisseur of the gaping void Widening it seems, in the absence of joy The masochist unmasked, No future, no past I guess it's these things at the end of the day That expose my weakness and show my age The mind was something that I refused to waste Just stop counting the hours of sleep And meals in a day, grow frail and weak I martyred myself alone It echoes through my bones What happens to this, happens to me If it were to burn out young, wild and free It's not about what I know, but what I believe I believe in good will, I believe in me So sing, smile, dance - fall in love, take a chance Just believe that there is more than this; a much higher plan True duality is governed by this very sound Unblemished clarity is yours and its calling out