"If I go back, when I'm dead, to the state where I was before I was born, couldn't I happen again?
You know, what has happened once can very well happen again
If it happened once, it's extraordinary, and it's not really very much more extraordinary if it happened all over again
So, in other words, I do know for certain because I've seen people die and I've seen people born after them
That at any rate, after I die, not only somebody but myriads of other beings will be born
Then I know, we all know that, there's no doubt
But what worries us is that when we're dead, there could be nothing at all forever, as if that were something to worry about
Before you were born, there was this same nothing at all forever, and yet you happened
And if you happened once, you can happen again, now what does that mean?"
This story has an end, but I'm not brave enough to write it yet
Put the words down on paper, have the blood quit pumping
I'll always be by your side
All the shows and the late nights
Let these six strings never wear thin
Memorialized in sine waves, it was always gonna come to this
As terminal lucidity sings to me, circle back in death I shall
Through sonic terror I will live forever out your speakers from the other side
Valhalla beware, begin to prepare
A fight I was never supposed to win
Let these mortal lines speak instead
Heavy headed and still hungover
And jealousy is still hell
The rain never came and it never will
Just the same, my reflection has no name
And the violent sound still rings out
Born with nothing to die the same
Yours truly