Bill Madden - Experience lyrics

Nothing’s permanent In God’s charade What’s certain now Is soon to change There’s nothin’ really To acquire Everything’s rented When you expire You don’t need All this material sh** Simplify Get rid of it There’s nothing to possess In God’s fine mess God’s fine mess Everything’s transient Nothing sticks It all peels away Far too quick Time is movement Like the breeze We use to gauge Our mortality Don’t that blow Your inquiring mind Relax, kickback Enjoy the ride ‘Cuz life is a surreal fest In God’s fine mess Experience God’s fine mess Nothing’s 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 God’s fine mess God’s fine mess