New experiences may be consuming at first,
But if you can look forwards
And see beyond the show,
Past the paste of the make-up
Where the reality truly lives and breathes;
Beyond the joys, toys, lies, and pies...
And knowing that eventually you shall die.
And the piece of the pie you set your eyes on will be gone,
And you will be worth the all the moments you spent
With those you chose to spend them with
How was the air. Thick or thin?
Your grave to steal away your gold and your jewels.
Human nature is quite a beast really.
But they can never take a soul away
And a loved soul is a happy soul
And those experiences you had in this life are
All that count when you're ass is passing.
So get busy loving
What is centred at the real
Heart of the matter...
The hour of its reality
Things may go sour, or,
Perhaps you'll gain some power.
I used to fall for a good show.
The moment I realized how many hours spent
Wasted on a show full of costumes and make-up.
The less it was worth;
The mask that hides the beast.