“Do I get the gold chariot ? Do I flow through the ceiling? Do I Divided and pull apart?”
My greatest fear has been mortality, since I was able think about death and what it meant, it frightened me the nothing ness, to be shut off. No more thoughts or feelings, senses! It’s always rattled me and this song definitely felt like the sound track to the dark And dreaded feelings I get when thinking of this very subject. I still think , do I get the gold chariots , do I divide and multiply?
