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Not an afterlife Full of aliens, no No philosophy No way of thinking Instead of diving in Spin around just 1ooking A we11 travelled path Beside the road And when you hear the bell You can always trust yourself Pointless to explain Infinite no-thing Gently flowing down Observe the hologram Advancing world retreats Away from grasping hands Dejected scientists Mystics and garbage men Asses back in line And start it all again If you hear a bell There's nothing left to tell Just before you can explain... When it gets interesting