Imagine there’s no heaven below us but the sky,
Imagine there’s no hell beneath us but the ground,
And imagine there’s no truth what people talk about
But the reason we are here is to live and inevitably die.
What would you do in such a world?
Would you waste your time to cry?
Would you chase what you love?
Would you stay enslaved to the crowd?
The hippie is a madman, the lonewolf is a sadman,
The branding iron is parching on the skin of all of us,
The ideologies are blinding and envisioning all of us,
And every creature is free in their living but the man.
The day we were created the thought,
We damned what is living all about,
But this is only what I think,
And my thoughts amongst billions shrink…
…hey, let’s have a drink.