Despair, there's no way around it.
It creeps up on those who think their lives are great.
Death, it seeps in till' you cannot resuscitate.
There is no way... Around it.
You have to die some day.
Doubt, it comes in like a drug.
You doubt yourself and doubt yourself until you're dead on a rug.
Sin, you should never let it win.
But in those times of sin and darkness,
remember sin is like a shark-it's
a sneaky, scary, freaky beast, thinks that you are a feast. Sin feasts on your soul,
like you are a foal eaten by a wolf.
Even though all of these feelings make you mope,
There still is hope.
Out on the horizon, there is a silver linin'.
Out in the vast Galaxy, all those stars are shinin'
Even though at this moment, I ain't that good at rhymin'.
But at least I can get it to you what the heck I'm tryin'.
To say.
Hey.
I know my flow ain't great, but remember,
death is permanent.
You can't resuscitate.
