| Your life is like an illusion to me | |
| Never clearing up never taking shape | |
| A secret you're keeping well | |
| A vapid play without audience | |
| Irrational ideas not testable belief | |
| A sequence of misunderstandings | |
| So here's the place you dropped me at | |
| My battle ground my totem pole | |
| My counterfeit | |
| I walk without a single doubt | |
| That even I have weapons too | |
| To join the fight | |
| Your legend is told in an unknown voice | |
| Beyond the wheel of life | |
| I'll always weave myself between your molecules | |
| I've not grown wise in this wide open space | |
| I'm heading for disorder | |
| My inner compass fails to point at my origin | |
| So here's the place you dropped me at | |
| My battle ground my totem pole | |
| My counterfeit | |
| I walk without a single doubt | |
| That even I have weapons too | |
| To join the fight | |
| Too soon too soon | |
| You've had a son to teach | |
| Too soon too soon | |
| You've had a son to teach | |
| Take part I won't ask for more | |
| Just for a day I won't ask for more |