Mystery Cloud - STRFKR

Eyes like a satellite

Fills the sky

With a mystery cloud

Why would these fantasies

Now I know there is no, nowhere to go

Eyes in this dead of night

Cries like a hand on the fire

Why would we stay the same

When you know

There’s no, new way to go

Everybody should do in their lifetime

Sometime, two things

One, is to consider death

To observe skulls and skeletons

And to wonder what it would be like to go to sleep, and never wake up, never

That, is the most- is a very gloomy thing for contemplation

But it’s like manure

Just as manure fertilizes the plants and so on

So as the contemplation of death, and the acceptance of death

Is very highly generative of creative life

You get wonderful things out of that