Love You

Why are you making yourself ill
Why are you making yourself to satisfy the mundane
You and everybody that you love will one day die
Will one day
It can become difficult to justify the simplest of vanities
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
Die die die die
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Life is finite and it's meaningless
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Absolutely nothing that you do can guarantee you will survive
You and everybody that you love will one day die
Will one day
Circumstance and chance dictate there's simply no pattern to anything
It's a random lottery
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
Die die die die
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Life is finite and it's meaningless
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
To anything
I don't believe that everything is hopeless
Knowledge can paralyse but there's comfort in parameters
When you're slumped at the bottom of the stairs
Did you fall down or simply lay down to die
Embrace the only definitive
You and everybody that you love will one day die
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
Cling to anything
To anything