Baskadia

Everybody dies

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