Nothings permanent
In Gods charade
Whats certain now
Is soon to change
Theres nothin really
To acquire
Everythings rented
When you expire
You dont need
All this material sh**
Simplify
Get rid of it
Theres nothing to possess
In Gods fine mess
Gods fine mess
Everythings transient
Nothing sticks
It all peels away
Far too quick
Time is movement
Like the breeze
We use to gauge
Our mortality
Dont that blow
Your inquiring mind
Relax, kickback
Enjoy the ride
Cuz life is a surreal fest
In Gods fine mess
Experience Gods fine mess
Nothings forever
All things decay
Into dust
And ash with age
All there is
Is here and now
This moment
And nothing else
Right action
Or apathy
As you think
So shall you be
In misery or happiness
In Gods fine mess
Gods fine mess