Isn't It Evident?

Guaranteed two things in your life
You're born
And you die
Am I afraid of death?
Both yes and no
I make the most of the time I have
But overall
I think when it's my time, it's my time
It's not something that I feel like I should necessarily run from
It's something you have to think about
Even if you don't want to
You already are death in a way
Because you already didn't exist once
Before you were born
I'm not afraid of death
Because of my beliefs
I'm not really afraid of it
Because it's inevitable it's going to happen
I'm afraid of leaving the people that care about me
More than anything

I'm a ghost
In my own skin
It all ends
I am indifferent

If I were to die and there was nothing there
It was blank
It's pretty much an endless sleep
I think I'd rather know that there's nothing coming
Than to have this high expectation
You always wake up, every time
So to even like, fathom that, would be
Does this life actually matter if there's nothing after that?
I mean, it's
It's perfectly fine to like be afraid of death
I probably would have had some regrets of like
Not being able to live out to the fullest
I feel like yeah
That's a scary thing
Who
Who wouldn't be scared by that?

I'm a ghost
In my own skin
It all ends
I am indifferent

If I were to like find out that everything was like
Fake and fabricated
I'd probably live my life
A lot more freely
We go about our lives
You know
Living it based upon how other people think about us
You know
We dress the way we dress
And we act the way we act
Because we're afraid of what other people are going to think of us
For someone to come and say to that
What you did didn't matter
Would be probably crushing to anyone
All of the reasons that I am here
Is for other people
In a weird way
I would like
Still love the memories of everyone that was fake, regardless
'Cause like they were real to me, so like
If they were real to me
That's all that really matters

What's the point searching for the answers
When they're all waiting in our graves
Tear through scriptures
Cut your fingers
Try to find infinity
What's the point searching for the answers
When they're all waiting in our graves
Tear through scriptures
Cut your fingers
Try to find infinity
What's the point searching for the answers
When they're all waiting in our graves
Tear through scriptures
Cut your fingers
Try to find infinity
What's the point searching for the answers
When they're all waiting in our graves
Tear through scriptures
Cut your fingers
Try to find infinity

If we just kinda lived forever
It wouldn't
There'd be no point trying to experience new things
It wouldn't be life
It'd kinda be the same as being dead
In my perfect afterlife
I don't think I'd want one
I feel like I'd be content
With just complete
Blackness