Kenopsia

I'm never really dead So I'll play pretend instead Close my eyes and teach myself How to sleep I don't know where I will go To be frank, I don't really care But to think I'm alone in this sea Is not a thought that's thought by me There's no mirrors out in the stars No microphones, pianos or guitars No plans to make, no food to eat It doesn't matter cause they're obsolete This is really it Really, REALLY it