I am the world that hides, the universe so secretive.
Destruction of the empty spaces is my one and only crime.
I've lived a thousand lives, I found out what it means to be believed.
The thoughts and images, the unborn child that never was conceived.
You gotta believe me, Hey, I'm talkin to you!
And I know it's hard for you to know the reason why.
And I know that you'll understand more when it's time to die.
I don't believe the life you have will be the only one.
You have to let your body sleep, to let your soul live on...
Our School Moto spelled out with empty bottles from the Schoolies weekend. (doesn't include beer bottles)
If you had... one shot, or one opportunity...
To seize everything you ever wanted... in one moment.
Would you capture it? Or let it slip?