Sometimes you lay in your bed
And all you can do is cry
          For yourself
                  For others
                         For humanity
Because what do we live for
Besides to convince ourselves
There is no oblivion

Death is eminent
And life is short
And mine will be cut loose
Sooner than most

So what do I have to lose
Besides believe in lies
       Those stories they tell us
              To give us hope
                      To keep us going

But I don't know how much longer I can go
So I just wait
For my time
Because it's coming soon