The end of the world, at least as we know it This is the mantra of those not earth bound They are the chosen, they are the martyrs The ones who deciphered the meaning of life
The privileged dead Are you privileged?
The world's at its end and we don't even know it This is a mantra for those left behind Alive and still breathing, hurting while dreaming Unlike the ones who are not still around
The privileged dead Are you privileged?
The more I dig into it Questions are raised Life should be cursed Death to be praised
