Tell me there's more than the void
More than being flung to the desolate when our hours are used up
I'd rather the balmy
Pits and fires
And cartoon shapes that bear the devils name
For that's all I know of hell
If it's him against the blackness
I'd spare myself that dark
Tell me, plead with me
Fabricate a truth
Feed me a lie and sell it as proof
Desperation believes what'll ease it
Make for me a brighter end, do not send me there
Give me a choice between dark and despair
Existence is worth it,
even if only just
My mind may not follow me into the empty
All's the worse for it's here with me now
Whispering, singing, telling me softly
That everything floats like a wreckage to sand
a beginning is found as it's reached a new end