Baskadia

Everybody dies

Isn’t it funny how time flies?

How we wake up every morning;

Depending of the outcome of the rolled dice

How we laugh after every mourning 

And console ourselves with lies

I’m not even going to lie

I’m tired of waiting and hoping for my own turn 

The bad ones refuse to die

And the good ones are yet to be born

Sometimes we try

To make it feel like

We might be right 

We tell each other lies

And in the end

Everybody dies