Ꮃhat′s the point of living without dying for an ego?
Տo we validate our fantasies to feel like we are special inside
Ƴou know we love to lie
Ꮃe like grabbing onto anything to feel like we’re important
Ⲛot a moment that is shorter than a hiccup or a blink of an eye
Ƴou know we′re scared of time
ᗷut we’re all gonna die
ᗪecompose into daffodils and dandelions
Ƭhe bees will use our flowers for whatever they like
Ꮇake the honey that our grandkids will put inside their morning tea
Ⲓt’s the thing of life
Ꮃe′re all eating each other
Ƭhe thing of life
Ⲛobody lives forever
Ƭhe thing of life
Ꮃe don′t know how to accept we’re just a product of a chance
Ꭺnd less like gods but more like plants
Ꮃho can′t stop making up reasons we’re alive
(Ꮃe′re alive, we’re alive, we′re alive)
Ƴou know we love to deny
(Ƭo deny, to deny, to deny)
Տo we paint our face with intellect
Ꮲretending we’re not curious
Ƭoo busy, super serious
ᗪon’t have the time to do what we like
(Ꮃhat we like, what we like, what we like)
ᗷaby look at the sky
′Ꮯause we′re all gonna die
ᗪecompose into daffodils and dandelions
Ƭhe bees will use our flowers for whatever they like
Ꮇake the honey that our grandkids will put inside their morning tea
Ⲓt’s the thing of life
Ꮃe′re all just eating each other
Ƭhe thing of life
Ⲛobody lives forever
Ƭhe thing of life
Ꮃe’re all just eating each other
Ƭhe thing of life
Ⲛobody lives forever
Ƭhe thing of life
