Hotel Books - Death Is A Terrifying Thing Lyrics






Death is a terrifying thing
I don't know if it just means I'm getting older, but every day just seems more real
I don't dwell on it like it's a monster under the bed that's out to get me
I have much more reverence than that, I-I just fear it
Like I fear God
But, death has become another taboo topic, where simply asking questions are considered ignorance or considered stupidity
But, the problem is, when I was a kid, I come from such a big family
So it means that a lot of people died in my life
And even though I've been to a lot of funerals, I still don't get it
I still don't understand what happens, and I definitely don't understand why we have a ceremony for it
I was told it was to celebrate life, but we did that when we were living
So when I die
Burn my body into ashes and use them to fertilize the tree in front of the funeral home that used to be my church
The one across from the car dealership on Henderson in Porterville, California
The one next to La Mission De Jesús, and make sure the tree hears you say, "You brought the most joy when I was a child, because you provided a place to exist outside of the walls I never understood"
And promise me that the tree will someday die, too so she can see me again
I still get caught up thinking of death I've seen
When I heard my grandmother died, my mom didn't say, "Hey, grandma's dead," or "Sorry, son, but Grandma's passed," she said, "Son, your grandma's with the Lord now. She then continued, she's no longer in pain, she's no longer sick, she's finally at peace, she's finally happy."
I guess if I was there during her final breath, I would look at her and say, "Thank you, your happiness gives my pain a purpose, I love you."

And my quiet resentment
Turns to love I lose
I forgot what you said
I forget what you meant
Quiet resentment
Turns to love I lose
I forgot what you said
I forget what you meant
I forget what you meant, I've been choking on nothing
Choking on nothing again
Hoping for something
Hoping for something to captivate my head

Death is real, I don't need an augmentation of the way that I think
It's easy to feel its embrace when your hands are on the edge of a cliff, looking at the brink of your own defeat
And you're afraid of real failure, so you live for fake success
You try to trace behavior in your own tattered dress
Hoping you'll be in a pine box long enough to feel alive
The irony is that it's the only way that we can still fight
But the moments that you'll never have back
I can tell you what I love, but I cannot tell you what I lack
From what I've experienced and what I think I can feel
You can't believe in love, if you don't believe that death is real





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  1. K.... K....

    my grandma miss so much everyday. Is so hard live without her

  2. F.... G....

    The album dissapointed me at first because of the auto tune but it's really growing on me now.

  3. C.... D....

    "thank you, your happiness gives my pain a purpose, I love you"
    In my heart every single day grandma. I love you!!

  4. G.... S....

    i like the song but auto tune kills it for me

    G.... S....

    Damn right man

  5. t.... ....

    "When I heard my grandmother died, my mom didn't say
    "Hey, grandma's dead" or "Sorry, son, but Grandma's passed"
    She said, "Son, your grandma's with the Lord now"
    She then continued, "She's no longer in pain, she's no longer sick
    She's finally at peace, she's finally happy"
    I guess if I was there during her final breath
    I would look at her and say
    "Thank you, your happiness gives my pain a purpose, I love you""


    I felt this. My grandmother is sick in a terminal and irreversible health condition. He has multiple cerebral tumors. I love her so much. I don't know how I'll keep going. I can't explain how sad this, the reality, makes me. I don't know how I'll keep going. But I guess I have to, cause that's what she always wanted for me. Thanks you, Hotel Books.

  6. D.... O....

    *From what I've experienced and what I think I can feel.*
    *You can't believe in love, if you don't believe that death is real...*

  7. N.... A....

    Why is every song so beautiful? Thank you Hb for these wonderful songs

  8. B.... T....

    I don't know what to say, I already listen to the whole album and what I found in brief is amazing lyrics with familiar sounds. However, I also can find that somehow they are experimenting with new sounds kind of pop could be called?

  9. S.... ....

    Lyrics please

    S.... ....

    Death is a Terrifying Thing
    Hotel Books
    Death is a terrifying thing
    I don't know if it just means I'm getting older, but every day just seems more real
    I don't dwell on it like it's a monster under the bed that's out to get me
    I have much more reverence than that, I-I just fear it
    Like I fear God
    But, death has become another taboo topic
    Where simply asking questions is considered ignorance or considered stupidity
    But, the problem is, when I was a kid, I come from such a big family
    So it means that a lot of people died in my life
    And even though I've been to a lot of funerals, I still don't get it
    I still don't understand what happens
    And I definitely don't understand why we have a ceremony for it
    I was told it was to celebrate life, but we did that when they were living
    So when I die
    Burn my body into ashes and use them to fertilize the tree in front of the funeral home that used to be my church
    The one across from the car dealership on Henderson in Porterville, California
    The one next to La Mission De Jesus, and make sure the tree hears you say
    "You brought the most joy when I was a child, because you provided a place to exist outside of the walls I never understood"
    And promise me that the tree will someday die too so she can see me again
    I still get caught up thinking about death I've seen
    When I heard my grandmother died, my mom didn't say
    "Hey, grandma's dead" or "Sorry, son, but Grandma's passed"
    She said, "Son, your grandma's with the Lord now"
    She then continued, "She's no longer in pain, she's no longer sick
    She's finally at peace, she's finally happy"
    I guess if I was there during her final breath
    I would look at her and say
    "Thank you, your happiness gives my pain a purpose, I love you"
    And my quiet resentment
    Turns to love I lose
    I forget what you said
    I forget what you meant
    Quiet resentment
    Turns to love I lose
    I forget what you said
    I forget what you meant
    I forget what you meant, I've been choking on nothing
    Choking on nothing again
    Hoping for something
    Hoping for something to captivate my head
    Death is real, I don't need an augmentation of the way that I think
    It's easy to feel its embrace when your hands are on the edge of a cliff
    Looking at the brink of your own defeat
    And you're afraid of real failure, so you live for fake success
    You try to trace behavior in your own tattered dress
    Hoping you'll be in a pine box long enough to feel alive
    The irony is it's the only way that we can still fight
    But the moments that you'll never have back
    I can tell you what I love, but I can not tell you what I lack
    From what I've experienced and what I think I can feel
    You can't believe in love, if you don't believe that death is real

  10. m.... ....

    so very lovely, hotel books never disappoints.

  11. K.... W....

    You’re amazing 😍

  12. T.... ....

    Yes!!!!!

  13. p.... p....

    Thank you, your happiness gives my pain a purpose...

  14. C.... F....

    I’m second like always