On the Theory of an Afterlife

Won't you be my friend In this promised land? Past the funeral Home is a state of mind It's a battle of will Of physics and might You're simply mad If you see a light Euphoria's Just an illusion Of loss of will And Confusion It's logical To put faith in none Then cremate yourself With a hole in the sun I hope it's just an eternal dream Of endless love and fantasies Where madmen can run away On The Theory of an Afterlife Wait my time till I'm old and grey Dig my heels down and hope and prey Sail upon a mighty boat And hope I reach this foreign land All I've loved All I've lost Comes to me when I'm home for once All I know Is inside him Hidden away like a Cartesian Will I be the one to fly away Sailing far on a rainy wave Memories come with a hush Till it's silent and peaceful all for once High as a kite Freed from the wealth All that's right is All that's left Till they take you away They fill you with fear And they bury you alive Till you drown in tears Till you feel nothing at all Till you're swallowed by the dark Cause you never left your mark And you wonder if you could Have been something good Have been something more Till its all gone grey And you're left in the cold Left in the cold... I believe That all life is but a means To be all that we can In hopes to lend a helping hand And on those days we see our selves in them All of us in man I miss my mom I miss my friends But I see them now As I reach the end Maybe I'm mad And maybe I'm wrong But I've felt their presence All along I'll turn to faith If I can see them again Cause nothing is worse than Eternal pain The soul is but a star Freed from a jar And either I'll be proof Or vanish in a poof On The Theory of An Afterlife