Nothing’s permanent   In God’s charade   What’s certain now   Is soon to change   There’s nothin’ really    To acquire   Everything’s rented   When you expire   You don’t need    All this material shit   Simplify   Get rid of it   There’s nothing to possess   In God’s fine mess   God’s fine mess      Everything’s transient   Nothing sticks   It all peels away    Far too quick   Time is movement   Like the breeze   We use to gauge   Our mortality   Don’t that blow    Your inquiring mind   Relax, kickback   Enjoy the ride   ‘Cuz life is a surreal fest   In God’s fine mess      Experience God’s fine mess      Nothing’s forever   All things decay   Into dust   And ash with age   All there is   Is here and now   This moment    And nothing else   Right action   Or apathy   As you think   So shall you be   In misery or happiness   In God’s fine mess   God’s fine mess