Blank #8 / Precipice

Part I: Blank #8
[Instrumental]

Part II: Precipice
I’m standing on the precipice
It’s a cliff that I’ve prayed on before, so much so that despite the fact that
I don’t know if I believe in a god or gods anymore
My fingertips, they bear callouses
My palms, they bear callouses from pressing together so tightly
I pray hard when I pray
I’ve often thought that this maw in front of us
Was the end of everything
A darkness that would consume all, a black hole
Do you know that we are made up of the same stuff that makes up the stars?
So what flows through us may not be just blood, it may be stardust
And we are dying, every second of every minute of every hour of every day brings us closer to that final day
That final hour that final minute that final second that final breath
Which means when we run out of hydrogen
We become giants, or super giants, or supernovas
And if not that then we are simply stars
Whose ill-fated courses end in collision
Either way... either way, we’ll explode
With this in mind, I reconsider the precipice
There is something beautiful in its blackness, isn’t there?
There is something beautiful in its persistence in swallowing us all
The end, the end of everything is the beginning of a brand new everything
The end of this universe may mark the beginning of a brand new one
So that even now when my heart
Feels like the most congested intersection
The world... the world, it is waiting
I reconsider the precipice, and so
In an effort to take part in reckless acts of self definition
I jump, and I ask you to join me
As I fall, as I let that beautiful blackness take me into its arms
I know that I will be safe in them
I know that we, you and I, all of us
We will be safe in its embrace