There was a man rich in the world He said, "I have saved my money, So now I'll buy everything I could want, Then I will lack nothing." His intentions seemed fair The same night he died There's a drought Inside the human mind And in the end, the head expands with fear And lets in light that spills into the holes Inside the human heart And once it's found The heart explodes And offers us new life A body's not a home Free will is not an art The wind can either help this sail or rip it apart Show me your cornerstone It will be the stone That others cast away, and thus it's deemed unfit We're not as much a part of Earth as we see fit There's a drought Inside the human mind And in the end, the head expands with fear And lets in light that spills into the holes Inside the human heart And once it's found The heart explodes And offers us new life, life, life... Human experience can be a misleading cartoon(?) The true nature of things shadows our human (?) There's a drought Inside the human mind And in the end, the head expands with fear And lets in light that spills into the holes Inside the human heart And once it's found The heart explodes And offers us new life