The time has come again,
rejoice, you're dead,
and walk on through
the open door.
It's nowhere that
you haven't been, my friend,
a million times
or maybe more.

'Cos you never can
remember what it was,
until you find yourself inside.
And you gotta cut yourself
loose from these bonds,
from the suffering
to which you're tied.

Language, time and reason
all dissolve,
now that everyone is everything.
So join the thing
that should be once again
'cos you know that
nothing means a thing.

'Cos you know that
nothing means a thing, my friend,
'cos you know that
nothing means a thing.
'Cos you know that
nothing means a thing, my friend,
'cos you know that
nothing means a thing.

Cast your body off
and step inside
to where you stepped
out of before.