Bullet From Above

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