First Time Dead

We're drawn to the things we can't handle

Things we cannot figure out

Such a fascination [may] turn our lives inside out

Living in a world like this

You ain't the one to blame

It's easy to believe you're only safe inside your brain

Seems like I'm running round in circles

A dog whose tail's never found

Who's trying to hide his bones

Going to reach the hell's bound

I couldn't choose the way I'd live

At least I choose the way I'll die

It's like another shot starting when I'm...

Going downtown,

Hanging out in the town lookin' round and round

I know it's gonna be found

On and on, I'm living in a wasteland

'Been through the holding-ons

All my life-long the change would come tomorrow

But it never comes...

First time I died felt so strange

'cos wrongs got righted through the haze

What I saw I just can't tell

'cos they don't fit in this nutshell

Don't think I ever blamed myself

Don't think I hated someone else

Don't you think you even know me better

Now that I've, I've been living through this wasteland

Through those holding-ons

All my life-long, the change would come tomorrow

And it still hasn't come

When I'm feeling down DOWN,

Just gotta resist another round

But I know it's gonna be found

"Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.

The goal of all life is death."

On and on, I'm living in a wasteland

'Been through the holding-ons

All my life-long the change would come tomorrow,

It would come tomorrow […]

But tomorrow's gone!