The sun will rise - Open up - like a brand new gift from a box
On the day of your death
Forget all your plans - nothing turns out the way you want
I learned this long ago, give up and let it go
For the rest of your days - live life as if you'll die
I learned this long ago, stand up and take the blow
The moon will die- fall down - like a bullet from above
Crash like an H-BOMB
The stars wont be seen - till' you disappear into your grave
On the day of your death
We all listen as the priest - stands up - to read the epitaph
Flashbacks of you from the past, but memories don't last.
Now these stars can be seen - light up - like a Christmas tree
Nobody's mentioning your name
Now we live our lives - go on with new healthy youth
No memories of you, as if your death was untrue