Verse 1:

I think of the day of my death. I am sure that when my flesh deteriorates there'd still be something left. 21 grams to be exact. A spirit, a soul, an energy intact. The God in me in fact. No fear of what's to come. No fear of never seeing the sun cuz when it's done it's done. I can embrace having no mouth, no body, no face. I can embrace belonging to no race. The universe will be my final resting place. Will it be rest? Will it be in peace? Quiet the mind before I cease and my mastery of the netherworld will increase. I don't ignore what's in store. I face the rain as it pours. Let my body be for 3 even if on the filthy floor see!? What do we know about how it goes? What knowledge do we have on what happens when the blood stops flow? Maybe none yo. None yo.


Hook:

Yesterday | is all we think about.
The future is an imaginary place where dying is where it ends.
This simply can't be the last of our travels.
Ask your self logically my friends. Today is the same as | yesterday (2x)


Verse 2:

People pass everyday. Family, friends and enemies the same way. I like that word pass as if to say gaining entry to a new place with just little to pay. The body is a vessel like a bubble containing air. Most say the opposite, but I think life is fair. The balance must be upheld. Our burden to comprehend, to bare. Like the space between the kick and the snare. So fragile, so momentary. Some of them may not care only cuz they're scared. Talk about it they wouldn't dare. Not me. I except it totally, wholeheartedly. There's so much suffering being alive is all anyone is discussing. It's no wonder why everybody's rushing. The end is never near. Infinity in eternity we steer. Open your third and pier. You'll hear these words so clear, death is something to be endeared, revered.


Hook:

Yesterday | is all we think about.
The future is an imaginary place where dying is where it ends.
This simply can't be the last of our travels.
Ask your self logically my friends. Today is the same as | yesterday (2x)


Verse 3:

Letting go is a philosophy. It aint pretentious or overcomplicated. I've noticed Christians lack the most faith when it comes to after life they don't even debate it. Heaven and hell? Well, it makes egos swell. Rules to follow so hollow like empty conch shells and in the end all you hear is the vastness of the ocean. Religious fanatics think they're coasting. Jesus dead on their necks bragging and boasting. Heaven aint real, hell isn't real. Eternity and the perpetual recycling of God is real and now you know the deal. This life is just one layer to peel, one layer to reveal and I'm a crack the seal. Tell you exactly how I feel. Your fortune teller on this wheel going round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round....


Hook:

Yesterday | is all we think about.
The future is an imaginary place where dying is where it ends.
This simply can't be the last of our travels.
Ask your self logically my friends. Today is the same as | yesterday (2x)