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The World is filled with hunger,
like the fires in The Sun.
It burns on forever,
possessing everyone,
and there’s suffering and pain
like a relentless driving rain
because wanting never ends.
The hunger and desire
are filling time and space.
They cut the lines of sorrow
etched into the human face.
You are in two worlds by choice.
One of darkness, one of light,
One of rage and one of peace.
It’s devouring itself,
and it will never cease
The fire of desire is unto itself a God,
that rules the world of appetites,
and forms the shroud of death.
It just keeps right on going
until you run out of breath.
One of them is present,
and one is out of sight,
and lives as a suggestion
beneath the surface mind.
There is the world you have,
and the world you have to find
There is the world you have,
and the world you have to find.
This remorseless agitation
is about the missing half.
While one of them is crying,
you hear the other laugh.
You think it’s an echo,
like a sound that fades away.
The sound is really there,
but where? No one can say.
The fire of desire is unto itself a God,
that rules the world of appetites,
and forms the shroud of death.
It just keeps right on going
until you run out of breath.
All your life you search
till you run out of breath.
Sometimes you think you’ve found it,
but you ain’t found it yet.
You are the other half
of the part you cannot find.
It’s a secret in the heart,
and a mystery in the mind.
It’s a secret in the heart,
and a mystery in the mind.
You will go on looking,
and you will never stop.
It’s got to be just up ahead.
It can’t be too far now.
God! Why can’t I find it?
Why does it slip away?
It’s because you will not let it go.
You keep the ball in play
The fire of desire is unto itself a God,
that rules the world of appetites,
and forms the shroud of death.
It just keeps right on going
until you run out of breath.
I once knew a man like you,
and he was never still
He didn’t find it either.
I don’t think he ever will.
Stop, and look around, my friend.
The lights and action never end
The music never stops.
It’s neither East nor West.
It’s God in ceaseless motion,
eternally at rest.
It’s God in ceaseless motion,
eternally at rest.
The fire of desire is unto itself a God,
that rules the world of appetites,
and forms the shroud of death.
It just keeps right on going
until you run out of breath.
It just keeps right on going
until you run out of breath
The mourners gather at the grave.
The dead man watches them arrive
He sees them set his body down.
Some words are said,
some tears are shed,
and then the friends and family go.
The man has seen it all,
and then the man is gone as well
He’s on his way to... once again,
get back into the fray.
It’s always been this way.
It’s always been this way.
