Texty: Muse. Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist.

In your whispers
trapped beneath my pillow
you won't let me see
your memories

and I know you're in this room
I'm sure I heard you sigh
frozen in between
where our worlds collide

scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see

and I know the moment's near
and there's nothing you can do
look for your faith inside
are you afraid to die?

it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see

It scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see