I have seen my own gravestone 
and worshiped the golden statue
I’ve made my bed in the lion's den 
and walked in dead man's shoes

I have witnessed coastline 
from a bird's eye view
And I made the request that we plunge to our death 
so that I could get to You

I will walk through the fire
I will not be afraid
They can take everything that I have
But they can’t give me my name

I have climbed every bookshelf
In search of hardcover proof
And if I am judged by the things I have loved
I hope some of them are [bad word] 

"Do whatever fulfills you
Make the most of each day"
That’s what we’re taught since before we could walk
But it all will fade away