[Verse 1] Im going to die So are you. Your spouse, parents, friends Its just a matter of how, where and when Will I meet death sleeping it off? Or die a statistic? Might not be here tomorrow Just a sinking feeling. Spring leaks in the haul Its fall, the times leave us, bitter old me Feeling sour cos nothing seems sweeter than salt Too weakened, dissolved, without a solution Cos in the end theres nothing we can resolve Breed and evolve, until death is greeting us all So is life just a road to the pit? Or heathen Were all rushing to get there Its a game of Russian roulette and Ive got nothing to bet Because really is our life with us? When it withers from the second were delivered Until the end, when the players have lost Demise is so inevitable that we cant even pause to cry Its all spilt milk across the sky. Hope seems so Greek to me Because we foster blind faith, and it makes me saddened Whether Cronus or Saturn, were all roaming wonderers Ponderers trying to notice a pattern But the only ones who speak are those who dont know any better Cos ignorance is bliss, but the devil gave us power So will He show me to heaven, or is this road only to nether Or are we only to never know Cos microcosm or macrocosm, infinity There is no real forever [Verse 2] And decay doesnt stop In cadence or not, it goes on, it just Keeps at it, as long as our orbit does And longer, after the last of Canis Majoris After Andromedas bombing us Like an astral, gastronomical comet And it morphs with us to form a singular core And still past the copious millennia, the scope of horrors thats Our divide, multiplied, after Orions gone And theres nothing left throughout the sky thats obvious And all is just nothing growing into nothingness Is there nobody out there who will acknowledge us Possibly Earths only populous with knowledge us And who are we? Other than me? A singular cognitive, functioning organism Within my own perception amidst all that isnt in the solar system Yeah solipsism is just a theory, but who can refute me? Because knowledge is power, absolute of which corrupts absolutely For it is the knowledge that pollutes me But the lack of which that scares me Perhaps its better this way, that we remain addled and dazed Until were settled in graves and its the end of our days So the question isnt how long before Im deceased? The question is how long before I desist
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