There was a man rich in the world He said, "I have saved my money So now I'll buy everything I could want Then I will lack nothing" His intentions seemed fair The same night he died There's a drought inside the human mind And near the end the head expands with iridescent light That spills into the holes inside the human heart And once it's full, the heart explodes and offers us new life A body is not a home Free will is not an art The wind can either help a sail or rip it apart Show me a cornerstone It will be the stone That others cast away, and have since deemed unfit We're not as much a part of Earth as we see fit There's a drought inside the human mind And near the end the head expands with iridescent light That spills into the holes inside the human heart And once it's full, the heart explodes and offers us new life, life, life... Human experience can be a misleading guide to The true nature of things shadows our humanistic view There's a drought Inside the human mind And in the end, the head expands with fear And lets in light that spills into the holes Inside the human heart And once it's found The heart explodes And offers us new life