THE MESSAGE

Death wants to make you a part of it
You’re coming with me
Saints, criminals
All just killing time
Death awaits, so make your peace with it
You’ll be fine
Guilt
Innocence
Everyone burns out
Death is the message
Without meaning
Death is the message
Not the beginning
Bored when we’re young
We can’t wait to grow up
We get old, we give up
Then we pray to grow young
It doesn’t matter if you’re ready yet
You’re coming with me
The rich, the beautiful
Everyone’s in line
Dead for a moment
Dead for an ice age
Why not let me be?
(The taste, bitterness
No one spits it out)
Death is the message
Without meaning
Death is the message
Not the beginning
Bored when we’re young
We can’t wait to grow up
We get old, we give up
Then we pray to grow young