I think about death often It's not that it scares me So much as it simply gives me a deadline By which I better have done all the shit I said I would Because I'm not going to get another opportunity Fall in love Have a kid Support myself and ones I care about Seem to be the standard answers But so far I haven't found a single thing that concerns me Past the present The future is neither bright nor bleak So I guess I'll keep opening doors To find a path to keep And when I die I know my friends and family will join together in a chorus Shouting over and over God rest your soul