The end of the world, at least as we know it
 This is the mantra of those not earth bound
 They are the chosen, they are the martyrs
 The ones who deciphered the meaning of life

 The privileged dead
 Are you privileged?

 The world's at its end and we don't even know it
 This is a mantra for those left behind
 Alive and still breathing, hurting while dreaming
 Unlike the ones who are not still around

 The privileged dead
 Are you privileged?

 The more I dig into it
 Questions are raised
 Life should be cursed
 Death to be praised