Everybody wants to go to heaven
Nobody wants to die
It's things like this that make me think
They make me feel like something's near
Something I'm missing
Something I'm missing
Something must be missing
Something must be missing
Something must be missing
I don't know if I'm awake
Things are closer than you think
The sun is dying in a tone of gray
I'm drowning in myself
I'm drowning in myself
Suicidal thoughts come to my head
Suicidal thoughts come to my head
Everybody wants to go to heaven
Nobody wants to die
Nobody wants to die
Nobody wants to die
It's things like this that make you think
They make me feel like something's near