When we're born
And until we perish
Ideas we've worn
Things we relish
Seem to live on
Despite our broken bodies
Daughters and sons
Sacrificed, we're follies

With that said
We all get a piece
Heads and hearts of lead
Holes in moldy brain-cheese
No one is afforded
A true way through
Everyone is sorted
And it really is true

Family's with money
Fall and suffer from lack of love
And family's with none
Shiver in the cold through group-hugs
Healthy people, sick ones
All suffer fates they'd choose not to
Church steeples, Satanic cults
Deceive and feign the truth

Ups and downs
Lows and highs
Smiles and frowns
Laughs and cries
One and the other
Living in harmony
Sisters and brothers
Who tolerate each other
Because they know
Whether high or low
They'd drown in the undertow
If their doppelganger didn't show