The desert is just an ocean, engulfed in sand,Eroding inside of the palm of some fool's hand,The lake of desert existence floats mysteriously,Swimming in it's own absence, unable to see.The moon is just like the sun, eclipsed by a shadow,Trying to break the spell of the darkness, but it just doesn't know,For the forever void of the moon will last forevermore,It is trapped in the night to escape no more.Life Is Just..Life Is Just..Life Is Just..What Is Life?Her eyes are just like crystals shimmering in the sky,Treading the air while trying to fly,Only to be shot down by another war's wrong,That's going currently while I sing this song.A plane is just a bird in its metallic flight,Bursting through the clouds in the opaqueness of night,Soaring in the kind deliverance of morning air,With the people that waste their lives but haven't a care.Life Is Just..Life Is Just..Life Is Just..What Is Life?War is just an excuse for failure of success,And they blame it on our music, indulgence and excess,Nobody wants capitalism or any democracy,Just a little peace on earth and a chance to be free.Death is just like giving eyesight to the blind,In the darkness of the abyss or the colors of your mind,It's not really the end, just a haltness of being,Enslaved and chained and pained by the living.Life Is Just..Life Is Just..Life Is Just..What Is Life?Life is just a series of acts in a play,Is there a God, is Jesus real, no one can really say,No real proof, no real truth, all mostly lies,Try to say you know the facts and look me in the eyes.Life Is Just..Life Is Just..Life Is Just..Life Is Just..Life Is Just..Life Is Just..What Is Life?

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