Exploding

Regale yourself with tales of enlightenment and the search for truth

As if venting spleen wasn't enough

You can feel it over the airwaves

A sort of detachment

My head's exploding with thoughts about life

The devil's in the detail

Better to be light of air and soft of touch

We are the great unwashed

And don't talk to me about death

My head's exploding with thoughts about life

So many ideas

There's a sign that says you're in danger of death

The danger of death

The danger of death

The danger of death

The danger

There's a sign that says you're in danger of death

Is that your fear?

The danger of death

Is that your fear?

The danger

What am I doing here?

Is it possible to be just in this moment?

A little bit of love really does go a long way

Everybody dies and everybody lies