How would you face a slayer
without a sword,
You say you can't fret
but lost all of your chords

Should I be futuristic
when I listen to your dreams,
when small unfavorables,
Gives us mortal sins.

How would you give yourself
when you can't give up your vices,
short lived expectations
those same problems, different cases

How would you spare your precious time,
when our simplest acts cannot be assembled,
Just like fearing death
when it is inevitable