Things change fast But this too shall pa** Better carve it on your forehead Or tattoo it on your a** Cause who can tell When the clock strikes twelve If today's become tomorrow Or it's all just gone to hell My friend makes rings She swirls and sings She's a mystic in the sense That she's still mystified by things But scared to ask "How can nothing seem to last?" Cause like a cancer in your body It all just goes too fast We think too big We think our self is one whole thing And we claim that this collection Has a name and is a being But deep inside When every cell divides Well it sets upon the rule that states Self-interest is divine And cancer too Lives by this golden rule That you must do unto the others As the others do unto you And for the best Cause it's all that life accepts So we k** it like a buffalo With awe and with respect Don't ask God Just holler at the sky Cause she'll tell it to you plainly In the clouds that whisper by And praise the shapes And praise the way they change And they'll teach you not to pray to light Without you pray to rain So I pray to hands And I pray to needs And I pray to blades of gra** To find forgiveness in the weeds But as for health I just never did believe So I never prayed myself Except to those that prayed for me The story goes Or the way that I was told There was a king who always felt too high And then he fell too low So he called All the wise men to the hall And he begged them for a gift To end the rises and the falls And here's the thing They came back with a ring It was simple and was plainly Unbefitting of a king Engraved in black Well it had no front or back But there were words around the band That said, "Just know: This Too Shall Pa**."