Break Into Your Higher Self Gogol Bordello

There must be more to this life
Than one strife after a strife
And there must be more for us to gather
Than one damn thing after another
I know there must be some kinda art of life
That does it all like butter does the knife

Not some a forgotten mystic delph
But break on through into your higher self

Into your higher self

Deep inside the avalanche of joy
The shining light of luminescent eyes ahoy
Peak into the suchness of all things
And, oh yes, that one that makes fiery rings

I know there must be some kinda art of life
That does it all like butter does the knife

Not some a forgotten mystic delph
But break on through into your higher self

Your higher self

One mania after mania
One phobia after phobia
One damn strife after a strife
Promises of the afterlife