Falling across forgotten landscapes    Transcending all time and space    Well I've read from this book before but through different lips    Turned by different fingertips    I never learn the lesson until I learn the lesson too late I fold and I start again    Rise up and over and collapsing in       MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE       Dying and rotting away    To wake up and start a brand new day    Like a bottle brought back then thrown away    My soul's in the process in the cycle of change       MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE       I've learned these lessons before but I'll be damned    I have forgotten them    I've read from this book before