Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for/Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door

And they say it's the white man I should fear/But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here

And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed/And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees

I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed/And fantasies of my family, in a hearse

Life is here only to be lived so that we can, through life, earn the right to death, which to me is paradise. Whatever it is that will bring me the reward of p…

Man has throughout the ages been seeking something beyond himself, beyond material welfare-something we call truth or God or reality, a timeless state-somethin…

A finished life - a life which has made the best of all the materials granted to it, and through which, be its web dark or bright, its pattern clear or clouded…