Lyrics of 'Blank #8 / Precipice' by The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die

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 consumed 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 but 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
We’ll explode
With this in mind I reconsider the precipice

There is something beautiful in its blackness isn’t there?
Something wondrous in its persistence in swallowing us all?
The end of everything is the beginning of a brand new everything
The end of this universe may be the beginning of a brand new one
So that even now when my heart feels like the most
Congested intersection 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 as I fall
As I let that beautiful blackness take me into
Its folds I know that I will be okay in them
I know we, you and I, all of us
We will be safe in its embrace