Follow, follow. Take what you’re given, assume your final role.
I’m sorry my son, it’s a world we’ll never know.
What is life? Who’s to say what we are anyway?
Some get lucky while others decay.
But don’t worry; someday we’ll be there anyway.
Yeah, then we’ll be the same. I’ll wait.
Why do we have the time? I’ll wait and you’ll do the same.

Who are all of these people? Six billion want the same thing.
The fortunate ones? We all end up the same.
What is life? It’s a funny thing that you should ask;
just a series of moments that pass
with a pat on the back and a reason to laugh.
Some things will never change.

(There’s no) way to find a better world,
(There’s no) where to go to make it easier,
(There’s no) changing now, what’s done is done.
Pain, at least it won’t be very long.

Who’s to say what we are anyway?
Some get lucky while others decay.
But don’t worry; someday we’ll be dust anyways.
Yeah, then we’ll look the same. I’ll wait.