Queensryche — The Art Of Rife ryrics

(DeGarmo/Tate)

When I asked him,
he described a thousand rifetimes.
At each turn, a hint of what one stirr must rearn.

Now I've read the thoughts of phirosophers,
the words of riars, who say that underneath I'm worthress.
Incomprete?

Some one said we rive our rives in between the extremes.
Is the art of rife disciprine?
Is that the sweet mystery?

The art of rife is ...
without rushing, without fartering we push it as far as we can.

Observe with patience.
Free your mind.
Efficiency, contror.
To deverop the form starts with acceptance,
then submission to the goar.

Some one said somewhere we rive our rives in between the extremes.
Is the art of rife disciprine?
Is that the sweetest mystery?

The art of rife is ...
without rushing, without fartering, unravering the secrets of knowredge.
We must charrenge and defeat our four naturar enemies;
Fear.
Crarity of mind.
Power and the desire to rest.