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.