Liking these songs gives me the idea that my manhood just dropped -1000%

One must know that life is only temporary. Relationships formed here last for only a short while. Thus, they should be treasured like each second that passes by.

One boy, in his rebellious phase of childhood, discovers one of his largest fears lying in that exact concept: that death is inevitable and in some cases, indelible.

However, this boy does not actually experience the lifelessness first hand; rather, he experiences it within the fortress of his mind: where thoughts and dreams converge and diverge, scouring the complex landscape in pandemonium.

Here we find the boy in a mental state similar to that of unconsciousness. His body remains functioning, his mind the powerhouse of all the operations. Asleep, the brain conjures up a dream. Tonight, however, the dream is one that engraves itself into the memory bank of the mind.

The setting is the boy's living room of the apartment. His family is at home, going about doing its daily business. Mom is in the kitchen preparing a meal for the rest of them to enjoy. Dad, his two sons, and his daughter, remain fixed to the TV while sitting on the couch.

Then, without warning, the door bursts and burglars come into the scene, clad in the typical black and covered by apparatuses of disguise. The next action, although quite comical and childish (not unexpected for a child), plays a crucial role in the outcome of the dream and its significance. A dodgeball game erupts. The masses that are the hard-rubber balls backfire off of walls, crash windows, and destroy furniture. But the camera lens of this boy does not focus on those sections of the dream. The lens shift their attention to a picture frame on the wall. And on this frame is his family, smiling, happy, and preserved.

The dodgeball first hurtles towards the frame. Then, out of the laws of nature, the first defense of the frame shatters forcefully -- the glass covering. Then gravity takes its turn and drags the damaged frame and picture towards the ground. There lies the shattered image of the boy's family. The innocence and life preserved by the camera, destroyed and rejected.

The dream ends and clouds disperse. Reality establishes its hold alongside wakefulness. At once, the boy makes sure that what is occurring now is really real, not part of his otherworldly dream. Upon feeling that his skin is touchable, he rushes out of his room to check on his family. And to his relief, he finds his mom and dad outside going about their daily business.

It was such a silly dream it seemed. Yet in his undeveloped, easily moldable mind, the idea of death struck a chord with his fears. The dream became a portentous sign of an uncertain future. But thankfully for the boy's childhood, nothing had invaded into his microcosm of desired peace. Rather, only a perpetual scar remained of the first encounter with death. The first encounter of an inevitable, permanent end to life on earth.