We all serve our own ambitions and avarice We have to die for ourselves We all wasted time looking for self comfort We have to die for ourselves In this realm of illusions we ceaselessly seek a permanence So why don't we break this porcelain life, an illusion of the mind We all produce one miserable empty fantasy We have to die for ourselves We all want a simple view of the state of mind or heal We have to die for ourselves It was distilled and reduced to its essence of being A drop of sewage in the champagne And we find the moral of the story They are memories of tragedy and a lot of pain We have to die for ourselves You will die In this realm of illusions, we ceaselessly seek a permanence So why don't we break this porcelain life, an illusion of the mind