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!