I thought you'd never ask- I'm afraid of the pain But I can't comprehend death What does it mean, simply not being? It makes no sense; I can't make sense of it To be, then not to be The lumberyard is still a bunch of trees My thoughts can live on In each of these songs But for how long – for how long? And it's still not even me! A replica of, a loose proximity And still I keep singing I never stop singing Yes, I fear death, I'm so fucking scared – I don't want to go... All my life I assumed I'd never die I mean, sure, I knew I'd die – But what's that even mean? No one thinks they're really gonna die