You’ve already wasted your life.
Missed so many things.
When common sense and society shook hands and said goodbye,
from when I opened my eyes
and declared myself my own damn God.

Life goes on.
Always fighting the future,
you forget your living in the past.
The agony becomes soft
and comfort get hard.

You can say what you need to say,
do what you got to do,
but don’t expect an accomplice.
You can build your own coffin.

I say I believe what your saying.
I do for now, but too often.
There’s only one chance to make an impression.
So you better not *** this one up,

you already threw away too much.
All you have left is death,
so don’t waste that too.
Just pray heaven and hell exist,
but don’t blame me for disappointment.