THE JOY OF SECT

And when a memory

Visits the body shell

How do we know

Am I alone now?

If you should notice

You're just a body now

Leaving it all

Isn't hard anymore

And when a memory

Visits the body zone

How would we know

If there's a God?

Even if you were free

Leaving wouldn't bring you peace

Your pain is no more than a memory

But it feeds of ego, identity

Nothing has changed

There's no spiritual thing

You're alone in your cage

Dreaming in day ships away

Pushing you around

Out of body, out of time

You'd come around too late

You finally wrap your head around it

You'd come around too late

You keep calling, calling out

Tryna find your way back down

Look back your way

Look back your—