I hear if you make friends,,

With Jesus Christ. You will get right up, from that chalk outline.
And you'll get dolled up, and you'll dress in white.
All to take your place, in his chorus line.

From the deepest part, of the human heart.
The fear of death expands.
Until we crack the code, we have always known, but could never understand.
On a circuit board, we will soon be born, again,

So you were born, and that was a good day
Someday you'll die, and that is a shame
But somewhere in the between was a life of which we all dream
And nothing and no one will ever take that away

And then night rolls around and it all starts making sense.

There is no right way or wrong, when you just have to live.
And so I do what I do. And at least I exist.
What could mean more than this?

So, I was sitting at home thinking.

And then I lost the game.

The internet

Is without a doubt, serious business.