Nothing's permanent
In God's charade
What's certain now
Is soon to change
There's nothin' really
To acquire
Everything's rented
When you expire
You don't need
All this material shit
Simplify
Get rid of it
There's nothing to possess
In God's fine mess
God's fine mess
Everything's transient
Nothing sticks
It all peels away
Far too quick
Time is movement
Like the breeze
We use to gauge
Our mortality
Don't that blow
Your inquiring mind
Relax, kickback
Enjoy the ride
"˜Cuz life is a surreal fest
In God's fine mess
Experience God's fine mess
Nothing's forever
All things decay
Into dust
And ash with age
All there is
Is here and now
This moment
And nothing else
Right action
Or apathy
As you think
So shall you be
In misery or happiness
In God's fine mess
God's fine mess