The Sickness Unto Death

Old man in a rocking chair You wake up, you've been living alone After all these years Surrounded by these shards of mirrors And how'd it get so quiet here? You wonder, "Where did everyone go?" You tried so hard to make people remember you for something that you were not And if they so remember you then something else will certainly get forgotten Life is for the living I've heard tell that it is why we are young In the morning sun You take every year as it comes But when your life is over All those years fold up like an accordion They collapse just like a broken lung Now I've only got one organ left and this old bag of bones It is failing me I try to tell people that I'm dying only they don't believe me They say, "We're all dying," that we're all dying But if you are dying, why aren't you scared? Why aren't you scared like i'm scared? I read somewhere that when you face eternity, you'll face it alone Not matter what you thought or what you had or you had not Unless you put yourself in God But tell me, God, oh where did you go? Every bitter night into an empty room, I plead my case Every night I pray that in the morning when I wake I'll be in a familiar place and I'll find that I'm recovered and I'm sane And I'll remember everything I'll remember what I was like before that bug bit me And when I have my childhood back I'll tear every page out of my book And place them in an urn And strike a match and watch them burn Then I'll hold the front cover Against the back cover and look You'll see Eternity will smile on me