You come in cold, You're covered in blood, They're all so happy you've arrived. The docter cuts your cord he hands it to your mom, He sets you free into this life. And where do you go, With no destination, No maps to guide you. Wouldnt you know that it doesnt matter, We all end up the same.
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between. These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem. You come in this world, and you go out just the same. Today could be the best day of your life.
And you'll find out, that in this world, We're all just rats caught in a race. But take your time, theres no need to rush, You dont have to live that way. Before you go, you've got some questions, that you want answers. But now you're old, cold covered in blood, right back to where you started from.
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between. These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem. You come in this world, and you go out just the same. Today could be the worst day of your life, of your life, it's your life.
But these are the chronicles of life and death and everything between. These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem. You come in this world, and you go out just the same. Today could be the best day of, Today could be the worst day of, Today could be the last day of your life, its your life, your life |