I don't blink in the dark, I keep my eyes open
Butterflies in the stomach, I feel like I will throw up
Everybody's gonna end up in a wood box, trapped
The meaning of life is tragic
I be levitating like magic
I feel like I'm being dramatic
We will become ashes
Ashes will disappear
And the dark sky shall be clear
Ashes will disappear
And the dark sky shall be clear