Snowflakes

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 near the end the head expands with iridescent light
That spills into the holes inside the human heart
And once it's full, the heart explodes and offers us new life

A body is not a home
Free will is not an art
The wind can either help a sail or rip it apart
Show me a cornerstone
It will be the stone
That others cast away, and have since deemed unfit
We're not as much a part of Earth as we see fit

There's a drought inside the human mind
And near the end the head expands with iridescent light
That spills into the holes inside the human heart
And once it's full, the heart explodes and offers us new life, life, life...

Human experience can be a misleading guide to
The true nature of things shadows our humanistic view

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