The Thing That Should Be

The time has come again, rejoice, you’re dead,
And walk on through the open door.
It’s nowhere that you haven’t been, my friend,
A million times or maybe more.

‘Cos you never can remember what it was,
Until you find yourself inside.
And you gotta cut yourself loose from these bonds,
From the suffering to which you’re tied.

Language, time and reason all dissolve,
Now that everyone is everything.
So join the thing that should be once again
‘Cos you know that nothing means a thing.

‘Cos you know that nothing means a thing, my friend,
‘Cos you know that nothing means a thing.
‘Cos you know that nothing means a thing, my friend,
‘Cos you know that nothing means a thing.

Cast your body off
And step inside to where you stepped out of before.