Braindead
A speck in constant motion
Begins to think
Comes up with different notions
That try to bring
Order to chaos
Faith settles in
The science is unnerving
Cast down on stories we’ve been told
But even more disturbing is
Those who claim to know
Without question
How it unfolds
I can’t accept
That it would all be over
If my brain was dead
As for what comes next
Thank God I’m too distracted
To think of it
Surrounded by forever
The edge of space is speeding up
Will it come back together
Can we buy enough time
To never ever give up
I can’t accept
That it would all be over
If my brain was dead
As for what comes next
Thank God I’m too distracted
To think of it
And it fries my head
I’ve had enough
I can’t express
How deeply sorry I am
To tell you this
But your brain is dead
And you were to distracted
To think of it
