Beat Lyrics

Not an afterlife
Full of aliens, no
No philosophy
No way of thinking

Instead of diving in
Spin around just looking
A well traveled path
Beside the road

And when you hear the bell
You can always trust yourself
Pointless to explain
Infinite nothing

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