let me in, to let you in

Have you ever felt like you're the only one who knows
exactly when you'll die?
and knowing , almost makes up for all the lies?
have you ever felt like, even if you're life were to end tonight
you'd accept it as the end of your quest?
have you accomplished enough to satiate your taste?
As the substance fades out i can see the end now;
theres no more blood for this pen to bleed
no more muse for this brain to secrete. 
motivation moved to other facets of earth
inspiration has grown too tired to birth.
Decipher my propaganda
label me unabomber 
destroy me from the inside
so i can finally except the fact
that we're all alone when we die.
Look up to the sky
and tell me we deserve the lies.
the sooner we realize;
the sooner we feel alive.
The problem with the world is
we all know how to fight,
but we do it for what's right.
Trivial battles, pointless quarrels
fighting ourselves, because we think we're wrong.
But even when you win, you lose,
'cause that image in the mirror just cost you 20 years.