Perfect Circle

So easy for this child
Who plays hop-scotch with time
All he has to do in life
Is live, dodge, then die.

Live life
Dodge death
Die happy
Reborn to do it all again

We are born dieing you see
The clock begins to tick the minute you're born
But this child gets a second chance
And then a third and a fourth

I feel sorry for him
He's trapped in a never-ending circle
But then again, if he dies happy each time
Who am I to judge?