Our time is on its way
All things must come to pa**
But I'd rather end the world
Than see us fall apart
They say at thirty-five
Your body starts to die
We are running out of time, but
If we can save our minds
Inside a hard-disk drive
Then I guess I'd be fine
But I can't live this life
Much longer
(senescent and discontent)
I guess I'll wait
In slow decay
Anticipate
The end of days