So, Under all for crowded cemetery light A friend of mine told Me about the way the season's gonna end And I said To my indifferent world I am of you and together we will learn You are my home, my only home My friend, if only free From the thought of every pig upon your feet An endless need, to see Every Rorschach shadow etched into the screen I would like, to find a different world Full of endless meaning, opium, and light To end the fight