You worry like the child in the night
Worries about the monster under the bed.
But finally when you see the light,
You’ll realize it’s all in your head.
Sadly in all your blindness,
The light means death for you,
And nothing but god’s kindness
Could make the truth askew.
So while you hide behind religion,
So afraid of death,
I’ve made my decision
To cherish every breath.
For when I die, I am dead.
The afterlife is just in your head.