/Cry

Been a minute

I don't think that i've thought much about death

It's haunting and healing

It's overwhelming, that

We all go under

What if we don't want

What comes after

Toss and turning

I can't sleep

Cause it's got under my skin

This obvious feeling

A knife through the silence

And I can feel it

Cutting me open

My fear and dread

If I die young

Or I grow old

It makes no difference

I'm afraid of

Where I will go

After my life ends

The scene plays in my mind

A patient in bed

His features matching mine

But old and sunk in

I shake my head and close my eyes

I know what comes next

And as I fade the knell flatlines

Awake in cold sweat

If I die young

Or I grow old

It makes no difference

I'm afraid of

Where I will go

After my life ends