We're on opposite ends of how we feel about death
Behind on the flew shots, we ignore them instead
Well in 20-some years when we wither and coil
Buried beneath the ashes of the plastic we thought we destroyed
I know you're scared
But we can pose real cool
As we wait in the tomb
We will share
I'm more cautious and dull as I slouch with a heavier head
Safety as a concept, used to leave it unread
Well in 20-some years when we cease to exist
Haunted by the echos, every crevice we left unexplored
I share your fears
But in the meantime
We have some air to waste
Save some cash to burn
For a future estate
In the case we're spared
We can interpolate
Retrofit all the good bits
To keep progressing the hits