The Art of Dying

I can't feel it anymore
I don't remember it now
What once engulfed my body

How, how will I die
Will I gasp out a sigh
Will I be alone, and will I be scared and full of regrets?
Past the source of sin, will there be a reason?

Make something useful out of the time we are given
Take some lesson learned from the place you are born
Hate, greed, and pride are making nothing of yourself
I can't say I listened
I can't feel it anymore
I don't remember what I should have embraced

How, how will I die
Will I gasp out a sigh
Will I be alone, and will I be scared and full of regrets?
How, how will I die
Will I gasp out a sigh
Will I be alone, and will I be scared and full of regrets?

And at the end of my days
Will I be crushed by the weight of a million actions I took
And the words I used as weapons?
Past the source of sin, is there a reason for all of this?
Free from all the distress I will be until it all makes sense

I can't see it now, oh
Something 'bout the way you turn and never look back
I'm unsure
I'm unsure