Are you glad we met before you died?
Are you glad I cry and cry and cry?
All these songs about the dead and gone
All these tears
All spent to none
All I want is a song from the dead
All I want is your voice instead of mine
Are you glad you're gone?
Are you safe and sound?
Or is there gnashing and gnawing in your coffin?
Are you stuck with the knowing?
I don't believe in God
And I might say I do sometimes but I don't believe in Love
And I might say I am in love, sometimes I am
But because this joy is so temporary
and Life is so temporary
It must be real
And that is your hell
That only temporary things are real
I hope you will see
That even your eternity will cease in being
There is solace in knowing that