Everyone I Love Is Gonna Die
And I Will Die As Well
I Think About This Before I SleepAnd Have Since I Was A Child

In My Life, Will I Make A Difference?
In My Death, Will I Be Missed?
Will I Be Granted Some Sort Of An Afterlife
Or Will I Just Cease To Exist?

This Fear Makes Me Feel So Naive
I Wish That I Could Just Accept
But I′m Chilled By The Redundancy Of
Thoughts Collected, But Not Kept

Maybe I'm Still A Stupid Little Boy
Too Weak To Understand What Will Come
I Want To Find Peace Of Mind
Maybe No Mind Is The Answer To That Conundrum

Oh, I Want To Be A Baby Again
Oh, I Want Pure Thoughts In My Head
Oh, I Want To Be A Baby Again
Oh, I Want Pure Thoughts In My Head
Oh, I Want To Be A Baby Again
Oh, I Want To Forget

Oh, I Want To Be A Baby Again
Oh, I Want Pure Thoughts In My Head
Oh, I Want To Be A Baby Again
Oh, I Want To Forget

Everyone I Love Is Gonna Die
And I Will Die As Well
I Think About This Before I Sleep
And Have Since I Was A Child