Every day we live
Every time we breath
We lose a bit of our soul.
That we may never regain.
Why do we die?
Why do we die?
Why are we supposed
To end like this.
In a world like this
There is nothing to die for
In a world like this
There is nothing to die for
In a world where hate
Is our only thought.
Where we kill each other
And let our brothers
Starve and freeze in the cold.
In a world like these there is
Nothing to die for.
In a world like these there is
Nothing to die for.
We might always be amazed
By the realms of death
Hell, a mystery
To Man and his kin