Afterlife from Consciousness by Fuqua

Waking up from a good dream
Another day before me
A needle in my left side at all times
A window and white light

Is this your crusade
Concern colored by your
Insincerity
Leaving me bible verses
I'll ride your well dressed guilt trip
Right into a dead end
So I don't end up
Un-Born again

Now I see
They fill me up with Ketamine
To numb me up from
Fearing what's in front of me

s I choke on my own lungs
And I can't scream to make you listen
While you're staring at the score board
And store your treasures up in Heaven
Well I heard there was a new song
Well I ain't finished with the first one
If afterlife is what you live for
Don't want you to pray for me anymore

Optimist at the ending
The cup is almost empty
I want to see the autumn outside
One more time
And red leaves in sunlight

I can't escape my doubt
Uncovered in a blanket of belief
"Follow me unbelievers"
If all we have is now

If all we have is now
My time is running out
Don't want to think about
The other side

Choke on my own lungs
And I can't scream to make you listen
While your staring at the score board
And store your treasures up in heaven
Well I heard there was a new song
Well I ain't finished with the first one
If afterlife is what you live for
Don't want you to pray for me anymore

Don't want you to pray for me anymore

• Acoustic
• Americana
• ambient
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles