Eyes like a satellite
And the sky with a mystery cloud
Why would we stay the same
when we know there is no, nowhere to go

Lay on this bed of knives
Cry, like a hand on the fire
Why would we stay the same
when we know they have no new way to go

Everybody should do in their lifetime
Sometime, two things
One, is to consider death
To observe skulls and skeletons
And to wonder what it would be like to go to sleep
and never wake up, never
That, is the most- is a very gloomy thing for contemplation
But it's like manure
Just as manure fertilizes the plants and so on
So as the contemplation of death
and the acceptance of death
Is very highly generative of creative life
You get wonderful things out of that