This is life, who can help it?
We're all destined to be carried by it.
Is this life? Could I have helped it?
Are we destined to be carried by it?
This is life?! Could I have helped him?
Is this destiny? For our light to simply grow dim?
This is life, nobody can help us.
It's our destiny to hurt if we trust.
This is death... cold and sweeping
There is no escape for all who are living
This is death... cold and chilling
In one instant all of our dreams erasing
This is death... cold, and numbling
Dreams and hopes heoplessly vanishing
This is death... cold and deafening
It cannot drown all our pain and screaming
