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We're fed lies all of our lives

From the cradle to the grave

When we die we get a prize

Becoming numb to this game

I'm starting to realize

There is no afterlife 

Once we step into the light 

That is our final flight

Empty clouds and endless skies

Eternal blackness of space

Burned to ashes and said goodbyes

Pile of bones is all that remains

We're blinded by all the lights

From the darkness on its way

We can't see the warning signs

Ill-prepared for judgement day

I'm starting to realize

There is no afterlife

Once we step into the light

That is our final flight

Empty clouds and endless skies

Eternal blackness of space

Burned to ashes and said goodbyes 

Pile of bones is all that remains

Once we step into the light

That's when we will say goodnight

Empty clouds and endless skies

Eternal blackness of space

Burned to ashes and said goodbyes 

Pile of bones is all that remains

The only thing in life that's guaranteed is death