Thoughts
There you lay down
Down on your bed
You look at the sky, (Through the) window overhead
Thoughts run through your mind
Thoughts of death, (and) the darkness behind
You can't shut them out as hard as you try
You think to yourself, "What is after I die?"
The thoughts continue, nagging at the core
Continuing, until you can't take it anymore
You think to yourself, this is all but a joke
Nothing but a dream, waiting to be poked
Your mind consists, curious to be told
Before you can grasp it, you're already old.
Soon you'll find out, every truth that you seek
Were merely lies, (and) nothing but deceit
You lay down again, but this the last time
Not a thing can save you, not pennies, not dimes
Not a thing you can do as your body decays
This is the final moment, (the) last of your days
You try to resist, as hard as you try
life is gone, in the blink of an eye
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