Something's wrong, but I don't know what
Wondering how, with all the things I've got
Life is good, but the pain don't stop
'Cause I'm holding on, so I give it up
Cheer up, put a smile on your face
Wake up, take me out of this place
Rise up, we are the human race
Cheer up, put a smile on your face
So if you really go the whole way and see how you feel
At the prospect of vanishing forever
Of all your efforts, and all your achievements
And all your attainments turning into dust and nothingness
What is the feeling? What happens to you?
It's a curious thing, that in the world's poetry
This is a very common theme
The earthy hope men set their hearts upon turns ashes
Or it prospers; and anon, like snow upon the Desert's dusty
Face lighting a little hour or two is gone
Something's wrong but I don't know what
Wondering how, with all the things I've got
Life is good, but the pain don't stop
'Cause I'm holding on, so I give it up
Something's wrong but I don't know what
Wondering how, with all the things I've got
Life is good, but the pain don't stop
'Cause I'm holding on, so I give it up
So in this way, by seeing that nothingness is the fundamental reality
And you see it's your reality, then how can anything contaminate you?
All the idea of your being scared and put out and worried and so on
Is just nothing, it's a dream
Because you're really nothing. So cheer up!
Cheer up, put a smile on your face
Wake up, take me out of this place
Rise up, we are the human race
Cheer up, put a smile on your face
All the sun and the stars and the mountains
And rivers, and the good men and bad men
And the animals, and the insects; the whole bit
All are contained in void
So out of this void comes everything and you are it
What else could you be?
But if somebody is going to argue that the basic
Reality is nothingness, where does all this come from?
Obviously from nothingness