There comes a time when all of us must leave here

And nothing I can do or say can keep me here with you

Nothing in this life, but I've been trying

That can philosophies the art of dying



Belive me, for though there are times when your hopes are fading

When things so very strange become ordinary

And always sitting through the months of lying

And that is when you learn the art of dying



Are you still with me?

But if you want it

Then you must find it

But when you have it

You may not need for it



And when the times when most of us return here.

Backed by our desires to be the perfect entity

And living through a million years of trying

Did you realise the art of dying?



Can you believe me?