Don't let this end.
Please look into my eyes and hold my hand,
We're terrified of what comes next,
What comes next?
Who really knows?
And to think I apologized to a plant today,
Am I really ready for this unforgiving world?
Well, so many have said no and I agree so let's do this together.

Can I just say that I hate my tongue?
It’s gotten so ****** so far.
The poison laced in my vocal cords.
What comes next?
Who really knows?
My teeth falling out already,
Cause I've told so many lies,
Would I be considered be a sinner?
Let’s pray I never make it out alive.

Cunning stranger, has their hand on my back.
They lead me to a cemetery and show me the lives that died inside of the short span of years that I’ve lived.
What comes next?
Who really knows?
I’m not afraid to change,
I will be ready for the day that I truly die.
Death doesn’t make me fear living, it makes me worship it.