The years I’ve seen   Bring immeasurable strife   It’s morose   To think   That I’ve   Learned the virtue and vice    Of death and life   In some cosmic ball    Of fire and ice      And through the thick globe of glass   Stands a man with his past   And he laughs, he laughs, he laughs, he laughs, he laughs, he laughs      He indulges himself   Watching life on a shelf   From a vantage point I can’t comprehend   It’s a comic display   The consumption at play   It’s enough for me to send      This sad syrum I’ve found   Down my throat til I drown   In my own escapist way   He’ll incite war and peace   Like a missing piece   That he has but won’t put in it’s place      But you’re so beautiful   You are not me   You are not me   You are not me      Well I saw hate and lies   I saw the worst of folks   Saved with a prayer and a sigh      They got their ticket to ride   Up the golden train   Where the sky, it shines blue   And the clouds don’t rain      So I fell asleep   On the hood of my car   And I swear I heard the tears of god   You awoke to the thunder   You just did not understand   That the record wasn’t skipping   But you were missing the point