The Negationist (part. Nadal)

What if we die?
Have you ever wondered?
About the time
Your last fight
So turn of the lights
I just need
Some hours sleeping
I am not complaining
I just think
It doesn’t need a meaning

What if we lie?
About ourselves
Would I be able
To live with myself?
My joints
They are fucking hurting
And I don't know how it began
I'm a beggar, I'm a homeless
And I'm stuck in a castle of sand

Would you fight?
Would you cry?
Would you stop dragging me down?