Death on the horizon
Consciousness asleep
The soul is unprepared

Fear runs deep
Always agonizing
On what can't be known

Heavy is the burden
When the tester rules the throne


Try to realize
Who's born and who dies
Struggling to know

The truth to this bardo

The wright of knowledge

Burden of old
It seems so simple
With eyes closed

Starting to wake up
From an ageless ruse
What once was choice

Now I can't refuse

Try to realize

Who's born and who dies
Struggling to know
The truth to this bardo


The ball of molten
The ball of molten lead

Trying to dislodge
Trying to dislodge the ball of molten lead


Feeling found and lost together
Gone too far to turn back now
King of death is overthrown

Bid this world a last goodbye

Void the gaze without the eyes

Shedding tears but no one cries
Inhale the space of the vessel
Bid the host a last goodbye


So sick and tired of the lies
Force fed as truth in perfect disguise

Squander this life in belief of the false
I try but I can't dislodge this
Ball of doubt