the sorrow of death is sad but to live on borrowed time is dangerous as my dreams show me the sunset rise i realize dreams tell you everything i knew a man who used to steal but he never told you were it came from as you look into his eys you know youve been there but your not shure when if its all the same to those with a name aint no reason to place any blame if you do you can leave through the door that you came its all a part of playing the game were we hurt each other like everyday its a god damn shame i said it a shame there is evile in everything you got to fight to stay alive you got to lay it down run when your feet hit the ground these are the days of oure live its what we do with our time whats wrong dont have to rhyme