Consumed by what isn’t me
What I should never be
Why I should never flee
From what is inside of me
Hiding behind lock and key
Now I’ve found reality
Now I am finally free
Terror management theory

Terror
I feel it, I get it
I now know
I feel it, I get it
Death comes slow
For me

Awaiting what’s inevitable
Something that is irreversible
Making something out of nothing
Until the day I rest in my coffin
Awaiting what’s inevitable
Something that is irreversible
Making something out of nothing
Until the day I rest in my coffin

A true duality
The I is mixed with the me
I am but also I’m not
All and nothing have I got
I have found the book of life
No more shall I believe the lies
I’m eternally free
Terror management theory

Terror
I feel it, I get it
I now know
I feel it, I get it
Death comes slow
For me

Awaiting what’s inevitable
Something that is irreversible
Making something out of nothing
Until the day I rest in my coffin
Awaiting what’s inevitable
Something that is irreversible
Making something out of nothing
Until the day I rest in my coffin

I am pain, a dreadful disease
Realization of what is me
Terror management
You close your eyes, you don’t see
Don’t realize what you could be
Terror management

Awaiting what’s inevitable
Something that is irreversible
Making something out of nothing
Until the day I rest in my coffin
Awaiting what’s inevitable
Something that is irreversible
Making something out of nothing
Until the day I rest in my coffin