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