Death Nonetheless

Trapped inside the trench of self, and crying out for help But you were deaf to my death bells I learned life's insignificance I know someday that I will be A small white cross upon a pale blue dot No one will even remember me But I admit that I have been Fantasizing about a life where I'm not there And nobody cares Where there's no spring of water No island in the sun I am evanescent A nothing to become There's no higher power Nobody left to love I am evanescent A nothing to become I let the sickness in my mind metastasise With knife in hand I saw life flash before my eyes Sat in the cheap seats the whole time I left it all behind Well, I admit that I have been Fantasizing about a life where I'm not there And everyone I ever loved felt not a single ounce of inconvenience Nobody cares Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching