We're on opposite ends of how we feel about death Behind on the flew shots, we ignore them instead Well in 20-some years when we wither and coil Buried beneath the ashes of the plastic we thought we destroyed I know you're scared But we can pose real cool As we wait in the tomb We will share I'm more cautious and dull as I slouch with a heavier head Safety as a concept, used to leave it unread Well in 20-some years when we cease to exist Haunted by the echos, every crevice we left unexplored I share your fears But in the meantime We have some air to waste Save some cash to burn For a future estate In the case we're spared We can interpolate Retrofit all the good bits To keep progressing the hits