So they, make believe;
They don t know they fool themselves.
Embarrassed, but not ashamed
to admit that I don t know.

F*** the stars burn the books
Race yourself to the beginning.

And nothing that I say will be remembered
unless it s written down; unless it s carved in stone.
Uncertainty is all that s sure.
Does it really matter?! Does anybody care?!
The stars will fade in time; Our voices fade with years.

So I push away
these earthly things - my humanness.
There has to be something else.
Born into the wrong world.

F*** the stars burn the books
Race yourself to the beginning.

And nothing that I say will be remembered
unless it s written down; unless it s carved in stone.
Uncertainty is all that s sure.
Does it really matter?! Does anybody care?!
The stars will fade in time; Our voices fade with years.

And nothing that I say will be remembered
unless it s written down; unless it s carved in stone.
Uncertainty is all that s sure.
Does it really matter?! Does anybody care?!
Uncertainty is all that s sure.
The stars will fade in time; Our voices fade with years.