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always a new generation,
thinking over the same question,
trying to break the illusion
the mystery of creation.

i have good eyes made for seeing,
a brain that keeps on processing
the life i feel all is nothing
and still we keep reproducing.

i want to find a reason why
for all these moments when i'm high
i feel i am made out of sky
and all is one and i can't die.

the feelings that we hold inside
i soon come down to realize
each moment that they could flow free
but why oh why can't we just be?

it's the only thing that is real
orgasms that i want to feel
always be there head exploding
is true nature of human being

i know someday we'll understand
i know that day will be the end
the day we'll wake up to heartbeats
holding hands dancing in the streets.