life death & everything between

Where, where do we go
When it’s over
Sometimes i think i know
Sometimes i know i don’t
Does it matter?
I’ve been in my head
Been in my bed
Searching for the colors
But underneath these covers
I can’t find it
God
Everything seems random
But everything seems planned, and
I don’t know which way is up, and
God
Is it from some man’s head
Or from some big explosion
The more that i am learning
It’s all just life, and death
And everything between
Surely it all has some sort of meaning
Right?