No one has survived living
Except maybe one or two
So what is waiting at the end?
What is the point of living
When the joy of it has gone
What if there's nothing to show
For all you've been through
And the journey is so long
I need to know if Elysium exists
Awaiting me and all my hopes
Are Heaven's doors open
Or is there nothing
But judgment or the final abyss
Perhaps there's nothing at all
Or I am wrong, I will find out
For I seek to languish in his fields
I long to live in a silent world
And cherish the sweet sounds
Of soft voices and peaceful sleep
