Edge of Consciousness

There’s life after death, you just won’t be there at all
You wouldn’t want to be anyway, while this decays… Be glad you won’t
Awareness rests upon the beating of your heart
The firing of nerves and the actions of a universe
Of tiny little branches for every single thought
Required for the concept of what you think you are
I’ve reached the edge of consciousness and stared across in the abyss…
With pupils wide, my lungs expand… a million years inside my hand
This is all that we are, so why is it so hard to accept?
No one is watching over us, no one will save what we neglect
Awareness rests upon the beating of your heart
The firing of nerves and the actions of a universe
Of tiny little branches for every single thought
Required for the concept of what you think you are
Chastised or burned at the stake, we silence the few who awake
This is all that we are, so why is it so hard to accept?
No one is watching over us, no one will save what we neglect
This is all that we are, so why is it so hard to accept?
No one is watching over us, no one will save what we’ve wrecked