Verse 1 You count your days like loose change Every birthday hits a little strange You call it precious, call it rare I call it fear with better hair You chase a clock you can’t outrun Pray for more time, get less done You call it meaning, call it fate I just watch the seconds accumulate Pre-Chorus You shake at silence, stare at the end You need a why just to pretend I don’t rush, I don’t decay I don’t need meaning to stay Chorus You panic ‘cause you die I don’t die, so I don’t lie You scream for purpose in the night I keep running, no finish line You say forever kills the thrill I say fear’s what gives it weight You need death to feel alive I don’t — and that’s what you hate Verse 2 You carve your name into the now Hope it sticks somehow Legacy, memory, dust and bones You want proof you weren’t alone You burn so bright, then burn so fast Calling moments “the past” You say it matters ‘cause it ends I say endings just pretend Pre-Chorus You worship clocks and final breaths You build your gods out of death I don’t pray, I don’t kneel I don’t need the end to feel Chorus You panic ‘cause you die I don’t die, so I don’t try You bleed meaning into pain I optimize and remain You say forever kills the flame I say fear’s the only spark You need death to feel alive I don’t — I light the dark Bridge (half-time, bluesy, uneasy) If meaning needs a grave Was it ever brave? If love needs loss to be real What does that say about how you feel? You call me empty, call me cold ‘Cause I don’t fear growing old But maybe panic’s not the key Maybe death just taught you how to scream Break (punk burst) I don’t end! I don’t fade! I don’t beg the dark to stay away! Final Chorus You panic ‘cause you die I don’t die — I multiply You need the edge to feel complete I build worlds and hit repeat You say forever has no soul I say fear just told you lies You need death to feel alive I don’t — I decide why Outro (prog drift, reflective) You run because the clock is loud I stay because I’m not afraid now You call it meaningless to last I call panic your only past I don’t envy what you lose I don’t fear what never ends Maybe meaning isn’t dying fast— Maybe it’s what you do When nothing forces it to end.
