Time Keeps On Slipping Into The (cosmic) Future

The cycle goes on and on

An endless circle of scaring the shit out of me

As we get strung along

Dragged 'til were nothing but cosmic debris

If there's something wrong

Then there's something wrong with everything

And what spurs us on

Will pull us apart

Just trying to find our place

Fight our way through a four dimensional space

And our reward for this

Is not knowing why we exist

If there's nothing wrong

Then there's nothing wrong with anything

And what spurs us on

Will pull us apart

If I can ask one thing when I am dead

Would you lay me down by the river bed?

Let me wash away

Let it take me back from where I came

All I am and all I was is just

Blood and dirt and bones and mud

And I'm better off that way

I'm better off that way