No Stranger To Worry
Artifex Pereo Lyrics

Have you heard the myth of men
Are you familiar with the legend of individuals

That predict their own death like a score?
Who foresee their own demise as if it were a musical composition?

How could one depict such a prophecy from a world so scared?
How can someone express such a foretelling in a fearful world?

To think, they picked the one of one million ways to disappear
It's astonishing to consider that they chose the one out of a million possibilities to vanish

That's something else, that's something else
That's truly remarkable, that's incredibly unique

Somehow this thought was hanging above my head
In some way, this idea lingered in my mind

For weeks, plus days when I wasn't really me
For weeks, and even during those days when I felt disconnected from myself

Infatuated with a dark, looming end
Enamored by a gloomy and impending conclusion

I feared company
I was afraid of having companionship

I hear sirens all night for miles
I perceive the sound of sirens throughout the night, audible from great distances

And I'm sure we can't die from nothing
And I firmly believe that we cannot perish without reason

I can't be afraid of subtleties out of my control
I cannot allow myself to fear the nuances beyond my influence

It's not saying goodbye that makes me toss and turn
Bid farewell is not what keeps me restless

It's the thought that I won't
Rather, it's the notion that I will not have the opportunity

There's only so much room in our graves
Our resting places can only accommodate a limited capacity

Only so much that we can take with us
Only a finite amount of possessions we can carry into eternity

How deep is the plan to take me under after wronging another?
To what extent is the intention to submerge me, following harm caused to another?

Swinging machines brush my heavy shoulders as they carve into mother
Machinery, swinging back and forth, grazes my burdened shoulders while carving into the earth

And now a thought is hanging above my head
And now a new idea hovers in my mind

I will never know
I will never possess the knowledge

There's an illness about
There's a sickness surrounding

Bodies all give out
Physical forms all deteriorate

I'm not afraid to go, but I fear to leave on a bad note
I am unafraid of departing, but I dread leaving with unresolved issues

Our souls are tortured, dreaming morbid dreams
Our spirits are tormented, envisioning dark and macabre visions

'Til they turn on themselves
Until they eventually inflict harm upon themselves

I got here okay for someone who was headed somewhere else
I arrived intact despite originally being on a different path

This must mean something
There must be significance to this

This all must mean something
All of this surely holds significance

I don't need it all mapped out
I do not require a complete plan laid out before me

But I do wish that I knew where not to dwell
However, I do long to know where I should not linger

There's only so much room in our graves
Our final resting places have limited space

Only so much that we can take, take with us
A finite quantity of possessions we can bring along