And you open the door and you step inside.
Were inside our hearts.
Now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light.
That’s right, your pain, the pain it’s self, is a white ball of healing light.
I don’t think so!

This is your life, good to the last drop, doesn’t get any better than this.
This is your life, and it’s ending, one minute at a time.

This isn’t a seminar.
This isn’t a weekend retreat.
Whare you are now, you cant even imagine what the bottom will be like.
Its only after disaster can we be resurrected.
Its only after you have lost every thing that you are free to do anything.
Nothing is static everything is a boulder.
Everything is falling apart.

This is your life, doesn’t get any better than this.
This is your life, and it’s ending, one minute at a time.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are all part of the same compost heap.
We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
You are not your bank account.
You are not the clothes you wear.
You are not the contents of your wallet.
You are not your bowel cancer.
You are not your grandee latte.
You are not the car you drive.
You are not your fucking khakis.

You have to give up!
You have to give up!
You have to realise that some day you will die.
Until you realise that, you are useless.
I say let death be complete.
I say let me never be content.
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture.
I say deliver me from clever arts.
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth.
I say you have to give up.
I say evolve.
Let the chips fall where they may.

This is your life, doesn’t get any better than this.
This is your life, and it’s ending, one minute at a time.

You have to give up!
You have to give up!