I cannot doubt whats in my head
the way i feel the waking dead
I cannot help the world I see
the fires out the death in me

I want to be a use in life
but whats the point when nature lies
I feel the want to be out there
into the open fresh the air

The time will tell the end of time
in all its all a waste of rhyme
so wake up dead and face death stare
another day like in the ****