standing in line, single filed.
on a solitary platform stands the majority
until they decide
to move them up or to cast them below
the common criminals assume the role.
they're moving them all down these days
underneath the skin of life, I.
while they all stand above it all
dwell on who i was, not who i am right now
it's everything about this world i'll never stand for
sometimes keeping it to myself, other times letting them feed off of me
but i'm too afraid to stand above this, not here and now
sometimes i feel above it, other times buried by it, unable to escape
but one day is the day i destroy it, the day i cast all of this down
sometimes i crawl, other times i've fallen, but today i shall stand above you
i never promised you anything
just like you've never given me anything, except for what i've never needed
right now i don't need you, you're just like everyone else, aren't you?
death is just something worth living for
life is just something worth dying for
but why live when you're already dead?
and why die if you don't want to live again?
death kills all concept of life, and life is nearing closer to death.
i'll never forgive you, even after all of this.
There’s got to be someone left now I’m gone
you'll have to find somebody else now.
and the cycle goes on and on, nobody forgets.
never reaching an end, until the earth fades.