And I have no religion
But if they are just animals
Then they are beautiful animals.
My life has been
A wonderful realization.
When I’m dead
You’ll continue to realize,
And I want that so bad.
We ask questions alien
To the lower animals
Yet we have no answers
To boast over them.
We have a search for meaning
But nothing to show for it.
We have a nihilistic reality to contend with,
So it must be about what I feel.
We have a search for meaning
And I feel a lot for it.
So if I love you it is because
Of how I felt when you stood
So strongly for me.
When my bed becomes that cold coffin
Just tell the preacher how we felt now.