I can't stop thinking about dying
And what Hell will be like
When I'm there.
Living's not so bad, I guess,
But I sure hope Hell is worse.
I think ceasing to exist as ego
Scares me to my bones.
I want to live until the sun burns out
And have dinner dates with
tombstones, so I can sail across
an ocean and gaze into the sea.
There's so much I haven't ever done,
How can it be,
how can it be,
how can it be that I'll be gone?
Someday
I can't die yet— my dog still needs me
and my sister will be pissed.
My coworkers will all be sad
they never got to know me.
I live alone; I live alone;
I die alone each day.
I like the bliss of solitude;
I love the kiss of cold.
I just wish I had more of it;
I wish I'd never fold—
Oh, to hold
my bones together
with this fleshy, gorgeous sack,
I thank a God I can't believe in
for every sickness that I lack—
I want to keep my bones intact.
I don't want to die, but I
fear the machine that keeps the
lanterns on, so I won't know
what hit me when the gears
and cogs are gone.
I carry on.
I carry on.
I want to live forever;
Yeah, I want to never die.
I want to watch the sun keep rising
Until the end of time.
There is so much left to life…
And then again. And then again.
There is so much left to live
and then again.
Then again.