what is born will die
what has been gathered will be dispersed
[Verse 1]
No one can escape it.
It has us all on its list.
What is born will die,
What has been gathered will be dispersed,
What has been accumulated will be exhausted,
What has been built up will collapse,
And what has been high will be brought low.
[Chorus]
No words can describe it,
No words can explain what it is,
No example can point to it,
Nothing can find it,
No one could show you it.
Knowledge does not make it worse,
Naivety does not make it better.
In this, there is not a thing
To be removed nor a thing to be added.
[Verse 2]
It has never been born,
It has never died.
It has never ended,
It has never started.
It has never been free,
It has never been deceived.
It has never existed,
It has never non existed.
It has no limits at all,
It does not fit into
Any kind of category at all.
[Refrain]
It comes to us all,
Little by little,
Little by little,
Little by little...
[Verse 3]
Scientists call it cellular decay,
Religions call it sin.
In the flash,
I want you to realise
That one day we all must die.
Do not feel sad.
[Chorus]
No words can describe it,
No words can explain what it is,
No example can point to it,
Nothing can find it,
No one could show you it.
Knowledge does not make it worse,
Naivety does not make it better.
In this, there is not a thing
To be removed nor a thing to be added.
[Bridge – Spoken / Psychedelic]
Death is nothing to us.
When we exist, death is not;
And when death exists, we are not.
All sensation and consciousness ends with death
And therefore in death
There is neither pleasure nor pain.
The fear of death arises
From the belief
That in death,
There is awareness.
[Psychedelic Refrain]
It has never been born...
It has never died...
It has never ended...
It has never started...
It has never existed...
It has never non existed...
It has no limits at all...
[Outro – Sitar, Mellotron, Echoing Vocals]
Little by little...
Little by little...
What is born will die...
What has been gathered will be dispersed...
What has been accumulated will be exhausted...
What has been built up will collapse...
And what has been high
Will be brought low...
Little by little...
No words can describe it...
No words can explain what it is...
Little by little...
It comes to us all.
