Permanence is an illusion we all love to feed and entertain
We give it form, meaning and names
And in our denial we distract the truth collectively
The unnameable... the ultimate...
The terror lives in me
This fear I can't escape
But I should face
This fate I can't change
It keeps me up at night
The awareness of the end
Should I embrace the darkness ahead?
All these fabrications, every single thing we use to escape
Make who we are... or so we think
Bittersweet's the flavor of existential delight
Have it as much as you can, it's all you'll ever have
Don't let the illusion fool your senses
Completely out of control, your emotions get the best of you
It's the fear you lock inside buffered by your self-esteem
Anxiety... need and pain...
Oh please death come at (at last) once and rid me of them!