We’ve come to the peak of living
Only to to be at the rise of Death
He meets me at my bedroom door
Chained by the cold thought of immorality
We think fondly of the days to come
But we lack the fate of immortality
Foolish, are we
To imagine with a mind of such scale
A golden day, when we know
Youth has come to rest
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 5:06 PM UTC
We’ve come to the peak of living
Only to to be at the rise of Death
He meets me at my bedroom door
Chained by the cold thought of immorality
We think fondly of the days to come
But we lack the fate of immortality
Foolish, are we
To imagine with a mind of such scale
A golden day, when we know
Youth has come to rest
It's about being old and daydreaming about becoming famous and becoming a legend, only to realize it's too late.