What's the point of living without dying for an ego?So we validate our fantasies to feel like we are special insideYou know we love to lieWe like grabbing onto anything to feel like we're importantNot a moment that is shorter than a hiccup or a blink of an eyeIn a whisk at a timeBut we're all gonna dieDecomposing to the petals and the linesThe bees will use our flyFor whatever they likeMake the honey that our grandkids will put insideTheir morning teaIt's the thing of lifeWe are all in each otherThe thing of lifeNobody lives foreverThe thing of lifeWe don't know how to acceptWe're just a product of a chanceAnd less like gods but more like plantsWho can't stop making up reasonsWe're aliveWe're aliveYou know we love to denySo we paint our face with intellectPretending we're not curiousToo busy, super seriousDon't have the time to do what we likeBaby look at the skyCause we're all gonna dieDecomposing to the petals and the linesDecomposing to the petals and the linesThe bees will use our flyFor whatever they likeMake the honey that our grandkids will put insideTheir morning teaIt's the thing of lifeWe are all in each otherThe thing of lifeNobody lives foreverThe thing of lifeWe are all in each otherThe thing of lifeNobody lives foreverThe thing of life.