As the days go by I feel myself getting weaker,
losing my will to go on, losing my will to live.
I keep thinking what's the point?
All we're doing is biding time until we die.
Regardless of what we do while we're here,
we all end up in the same place.
A hole in the ground with a rock marking where you lay.
Our friends and family will cry for a while
and hug and kiss each other at your funeral
but then they'll get over it.
They'll go back to their jobs and hobbies
and we'll be forgotten like yesterday's leftovers.
So I ask you, what's the point
when your destiny is already planned out for you?
We are all going to end up underground one day
so why should I wait for someone else to put me there?
