All these books I've read, tell me that death really is the end,
So why should I feel, safe in this life.
I'm only a man without a god,
Made of flesh and bone.
All that I have seen in life, tells me that those books are right.
There'll be no choir, no blinding light.
I'll go quietly, knowing no creator can judge me.
If I was ever wrong, the slate's wiped clean.
I'm only a man without a god,
Made of flesh and bone.
I'm only a casualty of life,
And nothing more.
Don't consider this a death wish, a morbid fascination with my own demise.
I just don't want to be scared for the rest of my life.
I'm only a man without fear,
Of the things I cannot change.
And I'd rather live my life this way.
Than running from the slip of time,
Through my fingers.
And the weight of the years on my mind.
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