No Stranger to Worry

Have you heard the myth of men that predict their own death like a score?
How could one depict such a prophesy from a world so scarred
To think, they picked, the one in one million ways to disappear
That's something else
Somehow this thought was hanging above my head
For weeks plus days when i wasn't really me
Infatuated with the dark looming end
I Fear company
I hear sirens
All night for miles and
I'm sure we can't die from nothing
I can't be afraid of subtleties out of my control
It's not saying goodbye that makes me toss and turn
It's the thought that I wont
There's only so much room in our graves only so much that we can take, with us
How deep is the plan to take me under after wronging another
Sweet laid machines brush my heavy shoulders as they crawl into mother
And now a thought was hanging above my head
I will never know
I am not afraid to go (There's a illness about)
But i fear to leave on a bad not (Bodies all give out)
Our souls are tortures, dreaming morbid dreams till they turn on themselves
I got here OK for someone who was headed somewhere else
This must mean, something
This all must mean, something
I don't need it all mapped
But I do wish that I knew where not to dwell
I can't be afraid of subtleties out of my control
It's not saying goodbye that makes me toss and turn
It's the thought that I wont
There's only so much room in our graves only so much that we can take, take with us