You see the body in the Buddhi tree,
The mind of a clear mirror of me,
Strive to clean so as to see,
And not let the dust gather to be,

Oh, Charioteer,
What is here?
You see the sick, old, dying and wisdom,
For the Fourth I'd give all my kingdom,

Yeah... shit,
Your right now,
There's got to be a way,

Will I die, will I cry,
Will I suffer, what words shall I pick to say?
Will I love, will I hate,
In between there's got to be a way,
Will I grow old, shall I break the mold,
And follow the Buddha?
Am I wrong?
The coin toss always ends up Sunyata,

I'm sick of your religion,
That's not infinite wisdom,
Maybe here in material needs,
I'll never find the answer to my dreams,

Oh, Charioteer,
What is here?
Maybe here in the mountains stream,
I'll find an answer to my dreams,

Yeah... shit,
Your right now,
There's got to be a way,

Will I die, will I cry,
Will I suffer, what words shall I pick to say?
Will I love, will I hate,
In between there's got to be a way,
Will I grow old, shall I break the mold,
And follow the Buddha?
Am I wrong?
The coin toss always ends up Sunyata... (x2)