If there's a thunderstorm or an earthquake, well, it happens to you, you're not responsible for it

But so in the same way when you have hiccups, you didn't plan on it

If you have belly rumbles, you had no intention of doing it

As for the catastrophic act of getting born, well, you had nothing to do with that

And you can spend all your life blaming your parents, for putting you in the situation in which you find yourself

And this way of looking at the world in this sort of passive mood, as something that happens to you

Goes right down to our general feelings about life

Critical question, What is this?

The cyclical gravity, groveling Entity

Traps me in tragedy

Bound by my apathy

Back to the ground

Shoot out roots like a tree

Reaching out, travel down

Branching path, found my route

Let me loose

I refuse to allow them to slip on my noose

Standing out from the crowd

Race around on a loop

I'm accused too profuse with my sound

Do my best with what's ahead

I can't escape, remember breath

Hardly living, just revived

Can't reclaim what's already dead

Repeat the lesson 'till the end

Unexplained uncomprehended

Never rest while I'm alive

Another soul on the ascent

Do my best with what's ahead

I can't escape, remember breath

Hardly living, just revived

Can't reclaim what's already dead

Repeat the lesson 'till the end

Unexplained uncomprehended

Never rest while I'm alive

Another soul on the ascent

It goes down to the way in which, as Westerners, we have been accustomed to look at human existence

As a precarious event in the cosmos that, on the whole

Is depicted as being completely unsympathetic and alien to our existence

In other words, if you are reared with a 20th century or, shall we say, an early 20th century common-sense

Which is based on the philosophy of science of the 19th century

With its rejection of Christianity and Judaism

You regard yourself as an accident, a biological accident