Guaranteed two things in your life You're born And you die Am I afraid of death? Both yes and no I make the most of the time I have But overall I think when it's my time, it's my time It's not something that I feel like I should necessarily run from It's something you have to think about Even if you don't want to You already are death in a way Because you already didn't exist once Before you were born I'm not afraid of death Because of my beliefs I'm not really afraid of it Because it's inevitable it's going to happen I'm afraid of leaving the people that care about me More than anything I'm a ghost In my own skin It all ends I am indifferent If I were to die and there was nothing there It was blank It's pretty much an endless sleep I think I'd rather know that there's nothing coming Than to have this high expectation You always wake up, every time So to even like, fathom that, would be Does this life actually matter if there's nothing after that? I mean, it's It's perfectly fine to like be afraid of death I probably would have had some regrets of like Not being able to live out to the fullest I feel like yeah That's a scary thing Who Who wouldn't be scared by that? I'm a ghost In my own skin It all ends I am indifferent If I were to like find out that everything was like Fake and fabricated I'd probably live my life A lot more freely We go about our lives You know Living it based upon how other people think about us You know We dress the way we dress And we act the way we act Because we're afraid of what other people are going to think of us For someone to come and say to that What you did didn't matter Would be probably crushing to anyone All of the reasons that I am here Is for other people In a weird way I would like Still love the memories of everyone that was fake, regardless 'Cause like they were real to me, so like If they were real to me That's all that really matters What's the point searching for the answers When they're all waiting in our graves Tear through scriptures Cut your fingers Try to find infinity What's the point searching for the answers When they're all waiting in our graves Tear through scriptures Cut your fingers Try to find infinity What's the point searching for the answers When they're all waiting in our graves Tear through scriptures Cut your fingers Try to find infinity What's the point searching for the answers When they're all waiting in our graves Tear through scriptures Cut your fingers Try to find infinity If we just kinda lived forever It wouldn't There'd be no point trying to experience new things It wouldn't be life It'd kinda be the same as being dead In my perfect afterlife I don't think I'd want one I feel like I'd be content With just complete Blackness