Dying Is Part of the Plan

If I died right now, I'd die a happy man.
So let me die now.
If I died right now, would you understand?
So let me try now.

If I live on any longer, I'll surely outlive this bliss,
So why should I live to prove a point?
If I live on any longer, I'll only have more lost youth to miss,
So why should I live on in this joint?

We're like caged birds,
When we're let out of the cage, we find that we're still inside a house.
We're like baited worms,
When we slide off of the hook, all that we have left to do is drown.

So in our schemes to escape,
Do we ever recognize the walls that bar our cage?
So if we make a break,
Do we ever recognize that we can't leave this maze?

We can only get out in lives that we don't live,
Through helping the selfish souls that would never have helped us,
We can only get them out if we're really willing to give,
Through dying to prove a point, that we can't live shoved under the bus,

So if dying is proving that we are man,
Then dying is phase two of our master plan.