They say we live on the eye of godnProgress is cateractnAnd our possessions are dust on the lensnEveryone's depravednnThe beautiful colors married the thought of losing each othernAn easy belief to marry the thought of living forevernnWhat good does it do to preachnWhen the choir's groan is deafening?nI've got the good book open, toonBut I'm reading different words than younnThe beautiful colors married the thought of losing each othernAn easy belief to marry the thought of living forevernnThe beautiful colors married the thoughtnAn easy belief to marry the thoughtnOf living forevernnPut your faith in something specialnLose yourself in new prescriptionsnPut your faith in something specialnLose yourself in new prescriptionsnnAre you happy where you are in life?nAre you happy where you are?nAre you happy where you are in life?nAre you happy where you are?nnThe beautiful colors married the thought of losing each othernAn easy belief to marry the thought of living forevernBeautiful colorsnEasy beliefnLiving forevernLiving forever