None of This Will Matter in the End

Nothing means anything, we're all just on our own

The dates I came and left this plane are etched in marble stone

Each moment, each memory, each facet of my life

Condensed into a speech to help console my grieving wife

Soon to be forgotten, my flesh rotting away

All of my struggles, my woes, pulled into the undertow

An existence swallowed whole by the vast oceans of time

My whole life I spent waiting and it all just passed me by

We are imprisoned by fear, but only if we let it

When we're gone, we're gone

People mourn and then carry on

The reality of life is that we're all doomed right from the start

From the cradle to the grave, the Reapers scythe we can't escape

Hand in hand with all our friends as we descend into the bowels of Hell, we'll sing:

"None of this will matter in the end."

Together we descend, hand in hand we'll sing:

"None of this will matter in the end."

It's all pointless

Totally pointless

It's fucking pointless

When my time comes, what will I have done?

What will I leave behind?

What will my legacy be?

I doubt I'll even be a name on a fucking bench

None of this will matter in the end

That's beautiful, don't you see?

How wonderful that everything is all just so inconsequential

No watchful gods, no great master plan

Just a happy accident that's floating aimlessly around

How liberating

The ebbs and the flows

The dizzying highs and the crippling lows

The human experience that we call life

Just take a deep breath and enjoy the ride

Just enjoy the ride