Beat

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