Where will I go
When I die?
Will I go under
Or will I fly?
What is waiting
Behind the door?
Is there just darkness
Or so much more?
These are questions
I ask myself,
And then I put them
Upon the shelf.
And I figure
Maybe one day,
I'll pull the trigger,
And blow away.
While I'm loving you I'm hating me,
And that's a bloody cold reality.
I am someone no one else can see.
I'm invisible.

Well alright.
No solutions
And no big breaks.
It's just confusion
And heartaches.
But it don't matter
A bit to me.
'Cause I ain't feeling
What I can't see.

Repeat Chorus.

What do you say?

Where will I go
When I die?
Will I go under
Or will I fly?
And what is waiting
Behind the door?
Will there be darkness
Or so much more?