On Death & Dying: The Fear That Remains

So where do we go now that we haven't been?
 And where did we come from - where did we begin? Tell me...
 If life be unending, then how does it seem
 That as I lay bleeding, that life was a dream? Tell me why.
 As I wake into that horror that waits for me
 As life begins to fade
 Before my time let the darkness come
 To know if it's true that we die just once
 For if I awake to another dream
 I'll know what to believe
 And what then for this one's morbid fantasies
 Terrifying landscapes are haunting his dreams
 Does he the shadows from another nightmare in the
 Blood that's calling out for freedom from its prison
 Let them bleed, the bodies dry,
 Burn them with gasoline
 And then burn the ashes we leave
 Before him the silence and darkness comes
 His victims lay bleeding from fatal blows
 And blessings forever to let them see
 To know what murder means
 Alone with my hatred
 Alone with my dreams
 In spite of the statement of fear that remains
 Wipe me clean, bathing my body with kerosene
 Soon making ashes of me
 The flesh growing colder I close my eyes
 And wade through the visions that flood my mind
 My life set before like a passing dream
 The facts were fantasy
 Eternity calls me into its womb
 And calls me up out of my earthly tomb
 Does heaven await or another dream
 I die or so it seems