Every man experiences heaven while he dies Every man experiences hell while he lives Every man is met with whats expected in the end Every single thought will disappear in the wind Everything is falling apart but its okay Cuz everything is made of something from another place Standing here dissolving and returning to my earth Closing like a book but more alive with every turn Of the page on the stage where im staring back amazed At the grave that awaits cuz I dont know where it lays I am not afraid of heaven cuz I dont know if its real I am not afraid of hell cuz I dont know what ill feel Im exposed to the true feelings that come to my head I am opening myself im not afraid of sharing it Why is everyone obsessed with their image and their ends Why do we participate when its really just pretend Why does god seem like an extension of myself Maybe god is just what humanity manifests Maybe I won't feel a single f**in thing when I die Why will I go here or there and why do I have to decide