No Stranger To Worry

Have you heard the myth of men
That predict their own death like a score?
How could one depict such a prophecy from a world so scarred?
To think, they picked the one of one million ways to disappear
That's something else
That's something else.

Somehow this thought was hanging above my head
For weeks, plus days when I wasn't really me
Infatuated with a dark, looming end
I feared company
I hear sirens all night for miles
And I'm sure we can die from nothing.

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I can't be afraid of subtleties out of my control
It's not saying goodbye that makes me toss and turn
It's the thought that I won't
There's only so much room in our graves
Only so much that we can take with us.

How deep is the plan to take me under after wronging another?
Swinging machines
Brush my heavy shoulders as they carve into mother.

And now a thought is hanging above my head
I will never know
(There's an illness about. Bodies all give out.)
I'm not afraid to go
But I fear to leave on a bad note
Our souls are tortured
Dreaming morbid dreams 'til they turn on themselves
I got here ok
For someone who was headed somewhere else
This must mean something
This all must mean something.

I don't need it all mapped out
But I do wish that I knew where not to dwell.

[Chorus]