Those with the means stop at nothing for their name
They lied when they told us we can do the same
In a world quickly crumbling all around us
Where soon all of your monuments turn to dust
Remember everything you've ever done will one day be lost
You can do what you love but it comes at the cost
Of wasting away precious time intended for...
Well nobody quite knows; we are nothing more
Than a tangle of cartilage, skin, bones, and blood
An arrangement of impulses work to construct
The illusion that anything exists
It's okay
We'll find peace someday
But that time is not now
So we'll search in the sour
Taste of slow decay
I retold dreams of your death but they left you unfazed
Unreceptive to pleas and explicit displays
Of the value you've reaped though you can't comprehend
So absorbed with romanticizing the end
I've made life pacts and prayed that they'll never fall through
That took putting every ounce in my faith in you
Since I've no faith in anything else
Please just stay here
I've realized my fear
Is that like it or not
We were all born to rot
It's all we've ever known
Life was seeming
Devoid of all meaning
But the thought was naive
You're alive and to me
That means everything
It's never enough
You're not as worthless as you think
Unless your worth's derived from anything
Like higher powers somewhere out there
The universe doesn't care