After Life

Where do we go after we've been We have so many choices it's hard to begin Subject to heaven or a life spent in sin Oh well.... there's always hell Luckily for me I don't have to worry Where I'm going there's no great hurry Nowhere isn't really far You can see it just beyond that star All that black isn't nothing It's totally filled with so much something I was made of that same something But what was me was really nothing Self awareness makes us believe We're something special but indeed We're nothing more than all that something That has no sense of being anything