This is not our home
I will find out more when I am gone
When I'm gone
I have grown weary and weak my father
For every second lost, more and more I seek
We are a seed of correction, buried underneath
The water floods the soil, so my body rests complete
This is momentary
This is the reason for living while you can
I don't feel, I don't worry
Here, in a greater place
I don't feel, I don't worry
My eyes have closed, but my soul lives on
I have grown weary and weak my father
For every second lost, more and more I seek
We are a seed of correction, buried underneath
The water floods the soil so my body rests complete