Every day we live
Every time we breath
We lose a bit of our soul.

That we may never regain.

Why do we die?

Why do we die?
Why are we supposed
To end like this.


In a world like this
There is nothing to die for

In a world like this
There is nothing to die for


In a world where hate
Is our only thought.
Where we kill each other

And let our brothers
Starve and freeze in the cold.


In a world like these there is
Nothing to die for.
In a world like these there is

Nothing to die for.

We might always be amazed

By the realms of death
Hell, a mystery
To Man and his kin