It is the central figure in the dreaming of the world There is no dream without it It doesn't exist without the dream In which it acts as if it were a person To be seen and be believed Born into the world outside It lives a little while and dies Losing the form, 'cause it's worn Flesh decomposes It won't believe there was a time When it knew nothing of itself Born into the world outside It lives a little while and dies
The dreaming of the world takes many forms Because the body seeks in many ways to prove it is real The searching for the truth takes many forms Because the body feels in many ways this world is not real Find yourself The dream has but on purpose taught in many ways But the son of God remembered not to laugh He thinks he is the dream and not the dreamer
Pain demonstrates it must be real It is a loud, sepulchral voice compelling your attention Its purpose is the same as pleasure 'Cause they both are means To make the body real It's a law that you can feel