I'm Afraid Of Dying . . . Aren't Testo

Get the motherfucking thing set, then let's go
One, two, three, four
I walked alone, thinking of death
A thousand doomed galaxies exploded over my head
The thought of all
The things I'd done
A thousand new galaxies had only just begun
Why am I
Why am I
I walked alone, thinking of pain
I thought of all the galaxies suffering in vain
I thought of joy, and I thought of happiness
I thought a thousand galaxies would rot with emptiness
Why am I
Why am I