Everyone I love is gonna die
And I will die as well
Think about this before I sleep
And have since I was a child

In my life will I make a difference
In my death will I be missed
Will I be granted some sort of an afterlife
Or will I just cease to exist

This fear makes me feel so naive
I wish that I could just accept
But I'm chilled by the redundancy of
Thoughts collected but not kept

Maybe I'm still the stupid little boy
Too weak to understand what will come
I want to find peace of mind
Maybe no mind is the answer to that conundrum

Oh I want to be a baby again
Oh I want pure thoughts in my head
Oh I want to be a baby again
Oh I want pure thoughts in my head
Oh I want to be a baby again
Oh I want to forget
Oh I want to be a baby again
Oh I want pure thoughts in my head
Oh I want to be a baby again
Oh I want to forget

Everyone I love is gonna die
And I will die as well
Think about this before I sleep
And have since I was a child