Transcend from society, eject into space

look in the mirror and you wont see you face

eject from reality into the great green plains

in the woods, is their a god?

in the woods, you don't think hard

oh sweet mother nature, transcend me from space

O' sweet, let me see your face

for the time has come, to float all above

past fake gods, past the cosmos

into to nothing where non- existence takes place

then you will never see your face