Give me the good death
Because I've called it willingly
Just give me the good death
Don't hold it against me

Conjure the nothing
I'll contemplate my final breath
Inside your chest, the nothing
Loss always is where you look last

So it goes
So it goes
So it goes

So it goes
So it goes
So it goes

Reach in and eat a broken heart
Starving mouths make ill returns
Quiet now this lump of heart
I can’t escape what I deserve

So it goes
So it goes
So it goes

So it goes
So it goes
So it goes

Could this maybe be fiction using all your calculations
With the giants I’ll kill your lofty, genius intuition
Using arms of a dozen like it, there will be no complications
We’ll be strangers then

Give me the good death
Because I've called it willingly
Just give me the good death
Don't hold it against me

So it goes
So it goes
So it goes

So it goes
So it goes
So it goes