He thought that he was prepared to make his journey to the afterlife

It seems like yesterday he said through his head, his synical lie

But at 25 years old you're already a thug, ready to die



Well it crawls from the dark to take us

...

Just to get a rise and shake us, woah

...

Life is too short, or so they say

...

But we won't think about it

'Til the end of our days



The clock strikes twelve and he wonders if he's died and he's going to hell

He remembers when he was a boy and he did all he could to try and accel

But no matter how he tried he couldn't help but give into the lie

The wazzes heart stops he feels himself ready to cry



...



Well it crawls from the dark to take us

...

Just to get a rise and shake us, woah

...

One more break from his illusion

Always the same

Falls to the ground

'Til the end of our days