There is nothing like feeling
Your heart stopping beating
When it stops its breathing
And wants you to follow

I selfishly await my own demise,
While fearing death of those who are around.
It’s only for others that the heart cries.

A cruel joke the world plays, love dies
Ensuring all the mourning heads are crowned.
I selfishly await my own demise.

People around me try to dry my eyes,
But I know tears are meant to stay. I’ve found
It’s only for others that the heart cries.

Our final dreary rest is food for flies.
As others meet that cold and final ground,
I selfishly await my own demise.

Life claims my will, in my casket it lies
With memories in which their deaths are bound.
It’s only for others that the heart cries.

No faith on which that I rely, the skies
Are holding out on heaven so profound.
I selfishly await my own demise,
It’s only for others that the heart cries.

Life hums a tune of sweet deceit.
Identity, a tender crime
Tells you falsely you are special
When truly all you have is time.

Success is stale and rarely true.
Existence never spends a care
On your final destination,
As purpose is a common prayer.

The victims of society
Avoid temptation to rebel,
As straying from the Promised Land
Will risk a trip towards doubtful hell.

Life hums a tune of sweet deceit,
The course you take you will decide.
Identity: the wisest choice,
Success in death is useless pride.