You have 30 days left to live what do you do
Do you decide to fly
You might ask who
Who wants to fly, so you go get high
Perhaps your afraid to die
So you go and try to preserve yourself
Will you finally build that shelf?
You feel death’s breath on the back of your neck
You look like a wreck
Will you fix yourself up
Will you get a present for your son
Give him a pup
Look at the sun
For the last time
See the starlight shine
30 days left and you can’t decide what to do
Who am I to say who
Who will do what
I don’t want to die
Do you want to die?