And as the world is asleep
I wonder what it's like to dream
I contemplate existence and what it would really mean
To tear myself apart piece by piece by piece
How trivial are self obsessions
What number determines the worth of a life
If beauty is what we call heaven
The sound expands to fill the sky
The earth in awe as angels cry
In shadows of death, we are more than awake
No longer convinced this pain is a mistake
We all break piece by piece by piece
How trivial are self obsessions
What number determines the worth of a life
If beauty is what we call heaven
What happens to those that choose never to die