No matter where I end up, I know I got people waiting.
Heaven or Hell, I know I got friends baking.
And some in the clouds, I just don't know if ill make it.

I don't have a religion, just my own beliefs
No amount of Hail Mary's can provide me relief
No one can tell me what happens when I cease to breath.
No one can tell me when im deceased I cant see.

Because no one can prove to me that I even exist.

What is a soul?
What is conciseness?
Why is this world so deeply rooted in mathematics?
Maybe the Matrix wasn't a myth.
Maybe its as simple as your a Jedi or a Sith.
Either way I cant look at the universe and believe were the only ones that live.