Take me off to the Himalayas
I want to see the tall gray peaks
Take me off to the Himalayas
Find that which my spirit seeks

Genocide and murder mass
Reeks forth from humanity
Accept the reasons, do the tasks
Toss away your empathy

I sense behind their smiles bright
Minds convinced of God and light
I sense behind my mind so weary
The persecuted’s eyes all teary

But in the end it matters not
For death reaps all when all’s said and done
What’s to stop ensuing chaos?
Why not have a little fun?

So I say once again
Take me off, off to the end
Take me off to the Himalayas
Throw my ashes to the wind

Let the wind take my ashes
Over those tall gray peaks
In those mountains I will find
All that which my spirit seeks

In the end
When all is said
Nothing matters
We’ll all be dead

So find your wind
Upon gray peaks
Find that which
Your spirit seeks…