The chill of the air
The teeth of the tiger
Is biting through my clothing
Through a sky of stars
With the wings of an eagle
I'm launched into oblivion
I feel the spit
And the sting of the serpent
For a fraction of an instant
And wrenched from the womb
So safe and maternal
I whisper goodbye
And embrace the eternal

As I feel myself falling
Endlessly falling
I spiral down, down, down
It's the death of imagination

I bathe in the glare
Of a thousand explosions
With child-like fascination
And time the impact
That ends my existence
With the rhythm of my heartbeat
I taste the sweetness
Of mystical moments
Re-living and savouring
Every sensation
As gravity grips me
In giddy rotation
In my concrete overcoat
A prisoner of reason am I

I feel myself falling
Endlessly falling
I spiral down, down, down
It's the death of imagination
Let's raise our drinks and mourn
The death of imagination

Does the age of reason herald
The death of imagination
Will the age of intellect cause
The death of imagination

There's no question of force
There's no question of judgement
Just a momentary feeling of pain
And the problem has gone
A hint of remorse
In a matter of conscience
It's a race
And the race never ends
From the moment you're born
If you make it that far

The least of all life

She can't carry on
She's made her decision
The storm outside's nothing
Compared with the storm in her head
Society stabs
Like a surgeon's incision
It knows no compassion
Its soul is as cold as the stone

For the least of all life
There is no meaning
For the least of all life
'Cause this life has no feeling

(But I feel
I breathe)

For the least of all life
There is no jury
For the least of all life
There is no mercy

For the least of all life
There is no voice

For the least of all life
Has no feeling

But I feel
I breathe
And I dream
I live
I die

What can we do?
The decision's been made?
What can we say?
This life has no feeling

What can we do?
Decision is made
What can we say
Just count the money