We take life for granted, when truly we know...
Not a single one of us can choose when we go...
Live to die, but dont we actually just die to live?
If heaven is so much greater, why waste time with this?
As babies, we're carefree and we sleep in a basket...
Then grow up so one day we can sleep in a casket...
A graveyard. Leaving some faggots afraid of death...
6 feet deep, rotten where maggots can taste ya flesh...
What scares me, is the uncertainty of what lies beyond...
What will be there to greet me when I am finally gone?
Will heaven take my soul and only leave my carcass?
Or will i be left alone, dead, to sleep in darkness?
If i knew the answer, then i would hate what im given...
Because i dont want anything, to change how im livin...
Death is mystery. But it's not like life is simple...
It's hard just to go a day, and truley not be sinfull...
Taking a chance in life, might put you in a hearse...
But to not take any chances, that is truthfully worse...
Do what you want to, live your life to the fullest...
You never know, tomorrow, you just might hit a bullet...