They tell me you've died
I want to think it's a lie
Are you walking along the clouds
Feeling lost amongst the crowd 
Are the moon and the stars  now your friends
Or
Does  the morning sun lead to a dead end
Tell me, is it true
Do you feel like it's a deja vous
Can we believe all the reviews
Which God is the bona fide deal
Buddha, Jehovah, Shiva or Allah?
I suppose we all have our Achille heel

Everything ends in a black hole

My heart is strangled and I can't breathe
Everything is entangled and I don't know how to proceed