There comes a time when all of us must leave here
  And nothing I can do or say can keep me here with you
  Nothing in this life, but I've been trying
  That can philosophies the art of dying
  Belive me, for though there are times when your hopes are fading
  When things so very strange become ordinary
  And always sitting through the months of lying
  And that is when you learn the art of dying
  Are you still with me?
  But if you want it
  Then you must find it
  But when you have it
  You may not need for it
  And when the times when most of us return here.
  Backed by our desires to be the perfect entity
  And living through a million years of trying
  Did you realise the art of dying?
  Can you believe me?