Eternal life is such a good lie,
But in the end we all must die.
The life that is lived, has no better meaning,
Than if we were dead, and we all were just dreaming.
In this night of our dreaded woe,
We dream of death up away we go.
We try not to think of how we'll die,
But now and then it makes us cry.
In this hour of our own demise,
We give a frown and hear the cries.
Cuz in this world there is much pain,
And within that which makes us sane.
Eternal life is such a good lie,
But in the end, we all must die.
The life that is lived, has no better meaning,
Than if we were dead, and we all were just dreaming.
