There's a cemetery in everyone's mind: The place we bury our greatest fears. Tonight... I walk down that road, Wandering through its streets, I feel it, I know it. I'm afraid I'm scared I see a boy lying there, A cold breeze blows over his body, The world doesn't recognize him anymore. Besides him is a cat with a shattering face, Hungry, lonely and longing for his touch. The thought of death climbs onto me, Religion, heaven, hell and all that stuff. One day the world won't recognize me too, We won't speak the same language anymore. That is what scares me. All of it goes; The new faces we meet, The friends we make And the memories we make, All gone! Are we just born to die eventually? Will I make it far? Have I done enough? Born to die?
